“You need to be clearheaded around me?” His brow rose with suspicion, but it was his eyes that told he got that I was a little weak in the knees around him. I nodded because I didn’t trust myself to speak. “Glad I’m not the only one, cielo.”
“Tere,” I whispered just as my phone pinged. “Shit,” I muttered and felt Jeremy’s heat at my back.
“What is it?”
“Sadie’s going home with your friend.”
“Roommate,” he corrected. I looked over my shoulder. My lips parted with how close he was. All I had to do was lean in a few inches for our lips to touch.No! Stop thinking about kissing him! Your best friend might need you!
“Is a he a good guy?” I asked.
“One of the best,” he answered immediately.
“She’s safe with him? She didn’t really drink but?—“
“She’s safe, Teresa. I promise. I wouldn’t have left her out in the backyard with him if I weren’t a hundred percent certain.” I must have given him a look because he sighed and kept sharing. “He’s into her.” My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets.He likes her? Go Sadie!
“Wait, how do you know?” I asked, brows bunched. He stared at me for a millisecond before rocking the hell out of my world with his honesty.
“Because about a minute after you walked out there, I was about to punch the guy who has been my best friend for the last year when I thought for a split second he was into you.”
“What?” I hadn’t been expecting that at all.
“It…” He shook his head. “I found out about a minute before I headed to get you. Misunderstanding. We both were looking in your direction. My eyes on you and his on?—“
“Sadie,” I finished softly, putting it together. “And you were about to punch your best friend and teammate because you thought…”
“He was interested in you?” he filled in the blank and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Oh…” I licked my lips.Yeah, something is definitely going on between us.I felt his gaze drop to my mouth. It was heated and so fucking sexy, all I wanted to do was jump and climb him like a damn tree until he kissed me breathless.
What am I doing?I didn’t date athletes, much less cocky baseball players. I’d been there, done that, and had theheartbreak and T-shirt to prove why it was a bad idea.He’s not your ex,a little voice, the same one that jumped up with glee when he came around, whispered. He wasn’t, but there was no doubt in my mind that Jeremy Fletcher was his own kind of trouble.
“Umm, okay, hold on.” I texted her, asking her to let me know she was home safe and sound before slipping it into my purse. “So, what did you want me here for?” I asked, turning my body to his. Heat pulsated off him in waves.
Heat I wanted to lavish in, skin to skin. My body heated at the thought. My eyes dropped to his chest. Would he be hairless or hairy? Did I care either way if it meant letting my hands roam up and down his body?
“To show you off.” His voice dropped an octave, and sweat started to form at the back of my neck
“What?” My voice cracked, his words snapping me out of my lust-filled haze.
“To show you off,” he repeated. I frowned.
“Look, Fletcher?—“
“Jeremy,” he corrected with a wink. “Or baby if you’re feeling sweet,” he teased but moved in closer.
“I’m not sweet.”
“With me, you will be.”
“Fletcher—“
“Come on.” Before I could ask what he meant, his fingers tangled with mine and we were moving through the crowd.
The party was in full swing now. People drinking, flirting, chatting all around us. Some even making out. But his massive body shielded me as we made our way through the house and into the room where music was playing loudly. I looked around. Everyone was dancing.Dancing.
“What are you—“ I didn’t say another word.
