I chuckle. “You’re insane. It’s my favorite part. You’re basically flying.”
She shakes her head, her face a little red from the sake. “I don’t want to fly. I want to come up with ways to win.”
I move my hand along the booth, cupping the back of her neck. I run my thumb over her jaw, and as I gaze at her, I don’t understand how she can think anyone is better-looking than she is. To me, she’s perfection. I love the shape of her jaw. The thickness of her cheeks and lips. Her nose is a cute little button, and those eyes, they’re unstoppable. I love how she has baby-fine hairs all over her head, not staying back in her ponytail. I love her neck, her collarbone… Fucking shit, she’s just beautiful. “You’re pretty.”
She rolls her eyes. “Stop,” she laughs, but I bring her in, squishing her face against my shoulder before I press my lips to hers. When I pull back, I look down into her squishy face and grin.
“Do you have to go home?”
Her eyes fall a bit as she licks her lips. “Are you asking me to come over?”
“I am, if you want. I don’t know how you fee—”
“I feel fine,” she says simply, snuggling closer to me. “And yes, I want to.”
Heat rushes through me, and my cock springs to life. It’s been hard to sit beside her and not consume her. I wanted to get to know her, though, and I have. I know all her favorites, and she knows mine. I’m sure there is a ton more we have to learn about each other, but I know I like her. I like her a lot. I think it’s her drive and her passion that really blow me away. I love how when she talks to you, she looks you right in the eye. Into your soul. Or maybe that’s just me, and I’m completely okay with that. I want to be the only one she looks at like that. “Wanna get out of here?”
She nods against my chest. “Yeah.”
Awesome. I let her go to dig into my pocket for my wallet, and I notice she is texting someone. “Texting Mommy?”
She gives me a dirty side-eye. “I can go home.”
I scoff at her. “You want me just as much as I want you.”
Looking up through her lashes, she says, “You think so?”
I lean in, nipping at her nose. “I know so.” I press my lips to her top lip. I drop my voice and whisper, “I bet if I put my hand up your skirt, you’d be dripping wet for me.”
She leans into my mouth, her nose pressing to mine. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I would dare,” I challenge, sliding my hand up her thigh. “And you wouldn’t stop me.”
A soft moan leaves her lips when I reach her inner thigh. “But lucky for you, I have restraint.”
I pull back as she snorts. “Says the guy who took me on a desk.”
I nod, so sure of myself. “And I’d do it over and over again, lovely.”
She bites my bottom lip. “I’d let you.”
Before I can devour that mouth of hers, I hear, “Ew! Get a room!”
She looks away, even though I was just going to flip the bird to the person who decided to comment on our behavior. But then I see it’s her cousin—Ally, I think she said. Posey giggles and then flips her the bird.
That’s my girl.
“You’re just jealous,” she says, leaning on the table.
Her cousin laughs. “Maybe. But look who I just picked up.” She moves out of the way, and this massive dude is behind her wearing black-rimmed Harry Potter glasses. Talk about a doofy-looking dude. He throws up his hands in a jazz hands motion, and Posey squeals. She slides out the other side of the booth and runs to him, wrapping her whole body around him.
And I mean her whole body, the way I want her to do to me.
I blink as they hug tightly. I tell myself this guy is obviously a relative, but he sure does look like Brooks’s little brother. “Asher! I’ve missed you so much!”
“Right back at you,” he says, hugging her once more, and anger courses through my body. I don’t know who this dude is, but I sure as fuck don’t like him touching my girl. Wait. Is she my girl?
Hell yes, she is.
When he tucks her into his side, I squeeze my fist. I wait for her to push him away, but she doesn’t. She laughs at something her cousin says. When the guy looks at me, he holds out his hand. “Hey, man. Asher Brooks. Known Posey since I was born.”
Ah, it is Aiden’s brother. I take his hand, shaking it a little harder than I mean to as I say, “Boon Hoenes. Nice to meet you.”