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“I know,” he smirks, “but I was hoping to get your name and number then, so I can take you out another time. My name is Jim, by the way.”
A wave of relief washes over me as Brenden takes his seat next to me, placing my beer in the cup holder. He snakes his arm around my back and wraps it around my waist. His body presses into my mine as he places a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek.
“Hey, baby,” he coos, his breath tickling my ear.
His term of endearment and possessive moves are for Jim’s benefit, not mine, but it doesn’t stop my heart from stuttering. Or my lower abdomen from clenching.
I turn in my seat and meet his gaze, only wanting to silently thank him for coming to my rescue once again. But when my eyes land on his, my entire body heats. There’s a fiery intent in his stare, his chest heaving. One hand still placed around me, he brings the other to cup my face, tilting it slightly before crashing his lips into mine.
The sounds around us become muffled, my heart pounding in my ears as I melt into his rapturous kiss. My lips part on their own accord, allowing his tongue to gain access to mine.
I deepen the kiss, my hands diving into his thick hair, and his deep moan vibrates through me.
Brenden
The buzzer sounds, bringing me back to earth.
Lizzy breaks our kiss and rests her forehead on mine, her eyes still closed as she pants. “Is he gone?” she finally asks, peering at me through her eyelashes.
I reluctantly pull away and look over her shoulder to see if that prick Jim Engels is gone. When I saw him hitting on her as I made my way back to our seats, it stirred this primal rage inside of me. I felt possessive and protective at the same time.
“Yeah, Jim’s gone,” I reply as my eyes land on her again—her skin flushed and eyes glossy.
It takes everything in me not to lean in and kiss her again.
She takes a deep breath, putting more distance between us, and my shoulders drop in defeat. I want more of her. So much more.
“Wait.” She blinks, her features drawing together. “Do you know that creep?”
“Not really. He’s a season ticket holder too, with a bit of a reputation.”
I’ve heard several rumors about the number of women he’s not only been with but cheated on. Shit, I’m even pretty sure I heard the guy is married now, yet here he was hitting on Lizzy. Lord knows I’m no saint, but I’ve never lied to a woman about my intentions—never made them believe our relationship was something it wasn’t. And that’s what makes him scum.
“Oh.” Her voice is so low I can barely hear her. “Well, thank you for rescuing me. Yet again.”
She relaxes in her seat, smirking as she fiddles with her necklace—the only sign she’s still feeling the effects of our kiss. Maybe I’m not the only one whose pulse is racing.
When I arrived back at our seats, heart pumping and adrenaline spiked, I was ready to wipe the guy off the face of the earth. But I decided to go with a less violent approach to get rid of him instead. It wasn’t my intention to kiss her, only make him believe we were a couple. Then she turned and looked at me with lust in her eyes, and my subconscious took over.
“Yeah,” I snicker, shaking my head. “You’re like a magnet for assholes. I can’t take you anywhere.”
She flips me off as a smile spreads across her face. “Whatever. You love being able to swoop in and play the hero anyway.”
I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips, placing a light kiss on her knuckles. “I may have played the role of the villain just now too.” I lean in closer, and her eyes widen as she presses herself into the back of the seat. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all damn night.”
She pulls her hand from mine, her eyes blinking rapidly as she scoffs. “I want you to promise you’ll never do that again.”
“What? Save you from some creep?” I ask, feigning clueless innocence.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She quirks her brow in challenge.
“Well, if you’re asking me to promise never to kiss you again, that isn’t happening.” I sit back in my seat and turn my attention to the game.
“Excuse me?” she screeches, pulling on my arm.
My gaze lands back on her and my lips curl into a smile. “I’ll tell you what,” I lick my lips, leaning in until we are nearly nose-to-nose, “I’ll promise never to kiss you again unless you ask me to.”
Her cheeks redden, her eyes falling to my lips as her tongue darts out to wet her own. She keeps telling herself she doesn’t want me and isn’t interested in more than a friendship, but her kiss said something different. She’d been the one to deepen our kiss, lacing her fingers through my hair like she needed more of me. She wants to do it again just as badly as I do; I’m sure of it.
“That’s quite the villainous response.” She places her hand on my chest and pushes me away, her eyes narrowing as they meet mine. “But since that’s never going to happen, it’s not a problem.”
She smirks to herself and turns to watch the game, clearly feeling confident in her ability to resist this gravitational pull between us. But the day will come when she’ll be ready to admit what she wants, and I’m going to be ready to give it to her.
“Never say never, baby,” I tell her, catching the curve of her lips.
