Caleb shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re referring to. All she said is that I owe her a dance.”
“Yeah, she said it as she fondled you. I mean, you guys just barely met.”
“You’re joking, right?” Caleb gives me an incredulous smile. “Within one second of meeting me, you were fondling me more than she was.”
“Oh, please.” I look away. “I thought you were Justin.”
He twists in his seat, facing me. “You know there are holes in your story.”
“How so?” I eye him.
“For starters, I’m bigger than Justin. Do you really expect me to believe that you didn’t notice the height or the bulk difference?”
“It was dark, and I don’t pay attention to that kind of stuff.”
“What about my hair?”
“What about it?”
“It’s longer than his.”
“Didn’t notice.” I lift my chin.
“And at that time, I pretty much had a short beard or long stubble—however you want to say it.”
“I hadn’t seen Justin in a couple of days. I thought maybe he was growing it out.”
Caleb leans closer, his warm whispers dusting over my neck and ear. “What about how I tasted or smelled or held or kissed you?”
Holy, Hannah! His closeness lights my skin on fire.
My head slowly turns to his, our noses less than an inch apart. I can see the flicks of dark blue in his eyes and the coarse stubble that covers his chin. There are a few specks of light freckles that dot the bridge of his nose and cheeks. I’ve never noticed them before. Probably because I’ve never allowed myself to really look at him this close up.
His gaze dances over my face. “Surely, you felt a difference in all of that.”
“You sure are spouting off a lot of details for someone who doesn’t remember anything about that night or that kiss.”
Caleb’s smirk turns as naughty as all the kids on Santa’s list. “I remember every. Single. Second.” Somehow, he inches closer, making me hold more still than I ever have in my entire life for fear that if I move even a bit, I’ll scare him away. My heart pounds and thrashes inside my chest as his gaze skewers me. “I remember what it was like to hold you in my arms. I remember how your body melted into mine. How you took control but then resigned to my touch. I remember how you smelled, and the taste of your lips.” Chills drop over my body like a blanket as each of his soft words puff across my skin. “I’ll remember that kiss for the rest of my life. It’s the kiss that screwed me up for every other kiss after it.”
My breath goes ragged as I stare back at him. His words grip my chest, squeezing my heart with thrilling tension. The tip of my tongue sweeps over my lips at the same time my eyes drop to his mouth. All this talk of kissing, has my mind thinking about kissing Caleb Davidson again.
“Got the PowerPoint all working,” Jordan says as she walks up to Caleb’s side.
We jerk away, but it looks too suspicious, so I go into damage-control mode, opening my mouth into a wide smile in front of Caleb. “Are you sure I don’t have anything in my teeth?”
His brows hover above his eyes.
I lean in closer to him, glancing over at Jordan to make sure she’s looking. “Are you sure they’re clear? Look again.”
Caleb gives a half-hearted eye roll and leans into me like before, but this time, instead of saying the sexiest things I’ve heard in my entire life. He looks at my teeth.
“They’re fine,” he mutters. “But if the tables were turned, you wouldn’t tell me if I had something in my teeth.”
“No, I would not.” I lean back to my spot, feeling satisfied that I smoothed over that whole we-got-a-little-too-close moment.
“Are you ready to dance?” Jordan asks.
“Absolutely.” He smiles up at her. How? How can he melt me into a puddle and then smile at Jordan Neeley like she’s the only woman in the room?
