impossible tricks in a jump rope tournament.
“He is smoking hot,” she said, sipping her margarita through a straw.
“Yeah,” I said. “Too bad he doesn’t want to get it on with me.”
“Maybe he does but he’s waiting,” she said, looking over my shoulder and checking him out again.
I rolled my eyes. She was closer to the truth than she knew. Bennett had slept in the same bed with
me and never touched me once. “For what?”
“For you to want him in the same way, asshead.”
I hadn’t told her all the details of our nights; just that we had hung out some more. And that it was
totally innocent.
“Think about it,” she said, all smug.
Oh, I was thinking about it. Every single day.
And I knew what Ella was getting at.
I did want him.
I wanted to get him out of my damn system already.
Rachel headed toward Bennett like she was on a mission, and I felt my stomach bunch up. She kept
her dark hair short, and her face was unbelievably striking—full lips and dramatic green eyes. Guys fell all over themselves to talk to her.
She used her you-are-so-getting-some-tonight smile on Bennett. He was polite and said hello, but
kept his eyes trained on me the entire time. Rachel looked back, shrugged, and mouthed All yours before
she was pulled onto some huge linebacker’s lap.
Ella tugged at my hand. “C’mon, I can’t find Joel, and I need to dance to this one.”
“Okay,” I said, standing up and taking one last glance at Bennett. He had his back turned and was
talking to Nate. Nate said something and they high-fived and chugged back their beers.
We pushed our way to the middle of the writhing bodies and I started swaying my hips in time to
the music. I raised my arms in the air and got lost in the slow and sexy song.
A minute later, I felt warm breath stroke my neck and a strong hand brace my stomach. I knew it
was him without turning around. Those same long fingers had been splayed against my body all week
long. I closed my eyes and savored his skin touching mine.
“I like when you wear your hair down.” He twined his fingers through the ends of my curls and it
sent a shiver ricocheting through my body.
“You haven’t come up,” he breathed against my ear.
“I figured it was time to be a big girl and sleep in my own bed,” I said.
“Understood.” He held on to my waist and swayed along with me. His fingers trailed beneath the
hem of my shirt and a couple of inches upward. I fought to keep my breaths under control.
“I know this is going to sound crazy,” he whispered. “But I kind of missed you.”
He pulled me flush against him and I sucked in a breath. I felt the hard wall of his chest, the strong
and steady thud of his heart at my back. I laced my fingers around his neck and leaned into him.
His fingers blazed a trail along my rib cage and stopped just above my navel. I rocked my hips
back and forth in time with the music and he let out a slow groan.
“Jesus, Avery,” he said. Suddenly he pushed away from me. “I need some air.”
He stormed off the dance floor, leaving me speechless and way too aroused. Ella raised an eyebrow at me.
Why the hell was he resisting so badly?
“That boy’s got it bad for you,” she said. “So what the hell just happened?”
“I’m not sure,” I said, my mood having shifted to ugly. “You okay if I just take off?”
“It’s unlike you to get bent out of shape over a guy,” she said. “I think you’re feeling more than
you’re letting on.”
I just shrugged and stomped off. That was the problem with friends who’d known you forever. Too
perceptive. Especially Miss Psychology Major.
When I got home, I only stopped long enough to pull off my jeans and top before I fell into bed,
tipsy and more than a little frustrated. I had enough drinks in me to drift off to
“He is smoking hot,” she said, sipping her margarita through a straw.
“Yeah,” I said. “Too bad he doesn’t want to get it on with me.”
“Maybe he does but he’s waiting,” she said, looking over my shoulder and checking him out again.
I rolled my eyes. She was closer to the truth than she knew. Bennett had slept in the same bed with
me and never touched me once. “For what?”
“For you to want him in the same way, asshead.”
I hadn’t told her all the details of our nights; just that we had hung out some more. And that it was
totally innocent.
“Think about it,” she said, all smug.
Oh, I was thinking about it. Every single day.
And I knew what Ella was getting at.
I did want him.
I wanted to get him out of my damn system already.
Rachel headed toward Bennett like she was on a mission, and I felt my stomach bunch up. She kept
her dark hair short, and her face was unbelievably striking—full lips and dramatic green eyes. Guys fell all over themselves to talk to her.
She used her you-are-so-getting-some-tonight smile on Bennett. He was polite and said hello, but
kept his eyes trained on me the entire time. Rachel looked back, shrugged, and mouthed All yours before
she was pulled onto some huge linebacker’s lap.
Ella tugged at my hand. “C’mon, I can’t find Joel, and I need to dance to this one.”
“Okay,” I said, standing up and taking one last glance at Bennett. He had his back turned and was
talking to Nate. Nate said something and they high-fived and chugged back their beers.
We pushed our way to the middle of the writhing bodies and I started swaying my hips in time to
the music. I raised my arms in the air and got lost in the slow and sexy song.
A minute later, I felt warm breath stroke my neck and a strong hand brace my stomach. I knew it
was him without turning around. Those same long fingers had been splayed against my body all week
long. I closed my eyes and savored his skin touching mine.
“I like when you wear your hair down.” He twined his fingers through the ends of my curls and it
sent a shiver ricocheting through my body.
“You haven’t come up,” he breathed against my ear.
“I figured it was time to be a big girl and sleep in my own bed,” I said.
“Understood.” He held on to my waist and swayed along with me. His fingers trailed beneath the
hem of my shirt and a couple of inches upward. I fought to keep my breaths under control.
“I know this is going to sound crazy,” he whispered. “But I kind of missed you.”
He pulled me flush against him and I sucked in a breath. I felt the hard wall of his chest, the strong
and steady thud of his heart at my back. I laced my fingers around his neck and leaned into him.
His fingers blazed a trail along my rib cage and stopped just above my navel. I rocked my hips
back and forth in time with the music and he let out a slow groan.
“Jesus, Avery,” he said. Suddenly he pushed away from me. “I need some air.”
He stormed off the dance floor, leaving me speechless and way too aroused. Ella raised an eyebrow at me.
Why the hell was he resisting so badly?
“That boy’s got it bad for you,” she said. “So what the hell just happened?”
“I’m not sure,” I said, my mood having shifted to ugly. “You okay if I just take off?”
“It’s unlike you to get bent out of shape over a guy,” she said. “I think you’re feeling more than
you’re letting on.”
I just shrugged and stomped off. That was the problem with friends who’d known you forever. Too
perceptive. Especially Miss Psychology Major.
When I got home, I only stopped long enough to pull off my jeans and top before I fell into bed,
tipsy and more than a little frustrated. I had enough drinks in me to drift off to
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