Even now, she couldn’t help fanning herself as she whistled and cheered at the television.
At the first note of “Atomic Dog,” the other members of the group launched into the routine with a synchronized series of stomps, kicks and hand claps that brought the audience to its feet with a roar of approval.
As the performance ended, Lexi clapped loudly and whooped with delight while Quentin chuckled and shook his head.
“Those were the days,” she fondly reminisced. “Man, you and Mike had someseriousmoves!”
“Had?”Quentin pretended to be affronted.
She rolled her eyes at him in laughing exasperation. “Don’t worry, baby. You can still work it.” She winked. “And not just on a stage either.”
“That’s better,” he grumbled, lips quirking at the corners.
Not only were Quentin and Michael the best dancers; they’d also been the best-looking members of their fraternity. So they’d often been used to kick off the group’s performances.
“You and Mike weresoexploited,” Lexi teased.
Quentin chuckled. “We didn’t exactly mind.”
“I guess not, considering you two got all the ladies.”
Quentin flashed a cocky grin and flexed his arm, the tattooed bicep bulging impressively. “Recognize.”
“What!” Lexi grabbed the throw pillow she’d been lying on and smacked him upside the head with it. “Recognizethis!”
Laughing, Quentin wrestled her to the floor and pinned her beneath his big, heavy body. She giggled, squirming and bucking her hips in a comically futile attempt to dislodge him. When she saw the wicked intent in his eyes, she shook her head in desperate entreaty.
“Oh, no. Please not that. I beg of y—” Her plea choked off into a squeal as Quentin dug his fingertips into the secret spot between her ribs that he’d discovered years ago.
As he tickled her, Lexi shrieked with hysterical laughter, her head rocking back and forth against the blanket.
“Not so big and bad now, huh?” Quentin taunted. “All I gotta do is find your kryptonite.”
“Q,” she gasped, laughing so hard that tears ran from the corners of her eyes, “please…stop!”
He grinned. “Naw. You need to be taught a lesson, woman.”
“Please!”
“Uh-uh.”
“You’re gonna make me wet myself!”
Those marauding fingers paused. “Well, now, considering that we’rebothnaked, that might not be such a good thing.”
Lexi’s next howl of laughter joined his as he relented, wrapping his arms around her and rolling over so that she was on top. She clung to his neck, gasping and trying to catch her breath.
Gradually she became aware of his hot, rigid erection prodding her belly. His hands stroked down her back, then cupped the swell of her bottom. As currents of sensation flooded her loins, she sighed and murmured without thinking, “This is the kind of scenario Adam always thought he’d walk in on.”
Instantly she knew it had been the wrong thing to say.
Quentin’s body locked up like he’d been tasered with a stun gun.
When she raised her head to look down at him, his eyes cut straight through her like the laser-driven scope of a rifle.
“What the hell did you just say?” he demanded.
Lexi swallowed hard. Wordlessly she rolled off him and sat up, pulling the blanket over her body. Her nudity suddenly felt uncomfortable. Too revealing.
