“That’s not the same,” he protested.
Skyler stuck out her tongue. “Stop being difficult.” Her thumb rubbed the inside of his palm, and his cock instantly responded by jerking against his zipper. “Look, you like me, right?”
“I just said so, didn’t I?” he rumbled.
“Do you like hanging out with me?”
He nodded warily.
She rose on her tiptoes, bringing those pouty lips close to his ear. “And you like being naked with me?”
A husky groan slipped out. “Damn it, baby, you know I do.”
“Then let’s keep doing it, all of it, and see where it goes. No promises, no pressure. If you don’t feel like hanging out, just text me back and say, not tonight. I’m a big girl, Gage, and I won’t cry myself to sleep if you don’t feel like seeing me. Just don’t ignore me altogether.” She shot him a pointed stare. “Because that’s a dick move.”
He sheepishly avoided her eyes. “I know.” He swallowed again, his voice coming out rusty. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven.” She flashed a broad smile and tugged on his hand. “Okay, no more heavy, serious stuff. We’ll be late for the movie if we don’t hurry, and I don’t want to miss a single second of Stallone.”
…
His hand was on her thigh. Good Lord. How was she supposed to concentrate on the screen when his hand was on her thigh? Not over her skirt, either. The insufferable man had pushed the fabric up so he could make contact with her bare skin.
Skyler couldn’t believe they actually were sitting in a dark theater together. And Gage looked like he was actually enjoying himself, which was even more surprising. Movie dates hadn’t been part of the deal, but no way was she complaining about this turn of events.
A sudden deafening explosion on the screen made her jump, summoning a dark chuckle from Gage. “Scaredy-cat,” he whispered.
“I wasn’t scared,” she whispered back. “I was distracted.”
He leaned into her, teasing her once more with his spicy, masculine scent. He smelled so darn good, and his sexy mouth was dangerously close to her ear. “What’s got you so distracted, Skyler?”
She placed her hand over his and squeezed his knuckles. “This.”
“Hmmm. Do you like it when I put my hands on you?” He spoke so softly she barely heard him over the gunfire and screeching tires blaring from the screen.
She stifled an aggravated sigh. “You know I do.”
He moved his palm over her thigh in a sensual caress, chuckled again when her breath caught, and then stopped stroking and turned back to the action scene unfolding in front of them.
The theater was packed. Skyler was painfully aware of the people on either side of them, in front of them, behind them. And she was equally aware of him. His long body folded into his chair, his biceps, sleek and tempting, peeking from the sleeves of his black T-shirt. If they’d been alone she would have spread her legs wider and given him access to more than her thigh, and Gage must have read her mind, because his mouth dipped close again.
“You’re thinking about me fingering your pussy.”
It took everything she had to stop a moan of lust from slipping out.
“I am, too,” he rasped. “My cock is aching just picturing it.”
Skyler’s pulse drowned out the movie. Wonderful. Now she’d have to come back next week and watch it again, because Gage had officially stolen her ability to concentrate.
And he didn’t let up—for the next hour, he whispered the dirtiest things in her ear. Seductive threats, wicked observations, filthy promises. His hand never left her thigh, but save for the occasional caress, it sat there in unmoving innocence as he taunted her with words and refused to follow through with actions. By the time the end credits rolled, she was squirming in her seat, panties soaked and nipples tight with arousal.
Skyler couldn’t walk properly as they followed the mob out of the theater. She felt like she was running a fever, her body hot and achy and pleading for relief. Even though it was midnight, the air outside was so humid it only made her sweat harder. It was the hottest summer in Boston history, and she was with the hottest man in human history, a man who seemed determined to make her burst into flames.
“You okay, Sky?” he mocked. “It looks like you’re having trouble walking.”
She grabbed a hunk of his shirt and clenched her teeth as she glared at him. “You’ve been toying with me for the past hour and a half. Of course I’m not okay.”
Gruff laughter rumbled out of his chest. He examined their surroundings for a beat, then took her hand and practically dragged her down the now-deserted street. Before she could blink, they were in another alley, with her back against a brick wall while a warm male hand traveled between her legs.
“What is it with you and alleys?” she mumbled.