“Liar, I bet you watched me the whole time.”
“You wish,” she laughed, smacking his arm. His arm tingled and, when he looked up at her, he knew she felt it, too.
With their gazes locked on each other, Phillip let out the breath he was holding as he said, “Admit it, you think I’m the best out there, and I turn you on with my sick moves.”
That broke their intense stare down as she snorted with laughter. Soon, he was laughing just as hard.
“You did not just snort,” he laughed as she fell into him, giggling.
Sitting up, she looked up at him, trying not to laugh as she said, “I am sorry, but I do not get turned on by hockey. I need a man touching me, using his mouth in the most inappropriate way, to turn me on.”
Phillip mouth picked up at the side as he leaned towards her, his face only inches from hers. His cock was straining against the zipper of his jeans as he asked, “Is that right?”
She smiled as she said, “Yes, it’s all about the eye contact, the way a man makes me feel, that turns me on. It doesn’t happen easily.”
Giving her a confident grin, he said, “I bet I could turn you on.”
She shrugged her shoulders, playfully, a devious look in her eyes as she said, “Maybe.”
The simple word hung between them as her eyes darkened with lust, and his cock became so hard that it was hard to breath. Her chest was rising and falling with each breath she took, as her eyes never left his. He wanted to look down, admire her breasts, but her eyes held his captive. When she licked her lips, he almost groaned. Soon, he was leaning towards her because he was going to fucking kiss her. He had to… fuck limits, fuck why this was a bad idea—he needed her. She must have known what he was about to do because her mouth parted, ready for him, but before he could even make it to those luscious lips, Piper interrupted them, asking, “Y’all wanna come dance?”
Taking in a deep breath, moving away from her, he nodded.
Yes... yes, he did.
Taking in deep breaths, Reese could only blink at her sister while her body wailed for the man that was about to kiss her. It was such a surprise when she turned and saw him standing there watching her. He was in a pair of fitted jeans and a blue Henley that made his eyes shine and showed each muscle in his arms. When she saw that he was sporting a hard-on, she knew she was in trouble. It had already been a feat not to attack him at the studio when he would drop Claire off, but now, being in close proximity of him, she knew there was no doubt that something was going to happen. What, she wasn’t sure, but her body hoped it would involve them being naked, while her mind told her to run away. He was a bad idea, too much was tied to him, and she couldn’t risk fucking any of that up.
Reese had been lusting after him since the first time he came into the studio. It was wrong, and she knew it. What she didn’t expect was for them to get along so well. The whole night, they couldn’t stop talking and she loved it. He knew some of the same people she knew and enjoyed most of the bars she liked. He was easy to talk to, with a quick grin and a flirty way to him that she found she really liked. It blew her mind that she enjoyed talking to him since usually when she wanted to fuck a man stupid, she didn’t want to talk—she wanted them naked. He made her laugh, and it had been a long time since she laughed so hard she snorted. She felt great. She wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or Phillip, but she was leaning more towards the latter. There was something about him that pulled her towards him and that was bad, because he almost kissed her and she almost let him.
Fuck, she needed to get away.
“Yeah, come on, Reese,” he said, taking her hand in his.
“Huh? What?”
“Let’s dance,” he said, flashing a wide grin.