I groan, running a hand through my hair. “Alright, that’s fair. But Nathan is my best friend. It’s a respect thing. There are rules when it comes to the bro code.”
She nods, swirling her drink. “I know. I just wish other guys didn’t care about who my brother was,” she admits with a sigh. “Getting a rebound is harder than I thought.”
My body stiffens. My eyes widen.The fuck?
Hers do too, and she slaps a hand over her mouth. “I can’t believe I just admitted that.”
I let out a low chuckle, though my brain is stuck on one word. Rebound? She wants a fuckingrebound?
“No, it’s fine. Not a big deal.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Then why’d your eyes nearly pop out of your skull?”
I shrug, shaking my head. “Just a little surprising. I mean…”
My gaze drifts down her body before I can stop myself. The tight white T-shirt clings to her chest; a leather jacket draped is over her shoulders. And that skirt—the skimpiest, hottest black skirt I’ve ever fucking seen—has my mouth going dry.
I swallow, leaning in slightly. “Youhaveto know how hot you are.”
Her lips twitch like she’s fighting a smirk. “Did you just check me out?”
I let out a laugh, running a hand through my hair. “Sure fucking did. Impossible not to, Curls.”
She arches a brow. “Thought we were friends.”
Right. Yeah.Friends.
“We are,” I say with a shrug, even though every bone in my body wants to disagree. Because I like her, like being friends with her, but I also want to do some very non-friendly things to her. “Which is why—as a friend—I’m calling bullshit.”
Her brows pull together. “Bullshit?”
“On your whole rebound situation.” I lean against the bar, watching her. “No way in hell you can’t find someone who wants to sleep with you.”
She clicks her tongue, shaking her head, those curls bouncing around her face. “I think you have more faith in me than I do.”
I scoff, arching a brow. “There’s at least ten guys in this bar who would love to strip that skirt off you.”Me included. “And you wouldn’t even have to open your mouth to make that happen.”
She scoffs. “I mean, I’m sure I’d have to open my mouth at some point,” she quips, eyes twinkling.
Fuck.
My lips curl into a smirk. “Did you just make a sex joke?”
She hums, feigning innocence. “Might have.” She leans in, the smell of her sweet perfume hitting me square in the chest, making it even harder to keep my distance. “Did it turn you on?”
Thinking about her pretty pink, glossy lips wrapped around my cock? Hell. Fucking. Yes.
I swallow hard and shake my head, losing every inch of control I have. “Don’t look at me like that unless you want to be pinned up against the wall,” I warn her.
She smirks, not backing down, and leans in just a little closer. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
I’m fucked. Her words, the look in her eyes… it's all too much. I rub my hand over my face and take a step back, rational thinking making a rare reappearance. Nathan. My best friend. His sister. Fuck. I shake my head, forcing a chuckle. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m not the guy for the job,” I mutter, hoping she hears the strain in my voice.
She sighs, taking a sip of her drink, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of alcohol that spills past her lips.
And suddenly, all I can think about is tasting it for her. Leaning forward, cupping her face, running my tongue over those plump lips and finding out if she tastes as sweet as she smells.
She glances at me, and my hazy, heavy-lidded eyes snap open.
