“You are so arrogant.”
“I’m telling the truth and you know it.” He cupped her face, his thumb skittering across her cheek, along her lips. “Can’t you feel it?”
“Feel what?” She knew exactly what he was talking about, he knew it.
“The connection.” With the subtlest of movements he thrust his hips against her. Let her feel exactly what she did to him. “Between us.” He was only repeating the words she said last night.
“Eric.” She rested her curled fists on his chest and hit him once. Then again, lighter this time. “I want you to leave.”
“No you don’t.” He traced the outline of her lips, then drew his finger along the seam. Her lips parted, and he dipped his finger just inside. Felt the warm dampness of her mouth and his cock surged against the fly of his jeans. “Let’s go back to your place and hang out, Stace. What do you say?”
Before she could answer, his hand fell away from her mouth and he kissed her. Gently, sweetly, most likely the sweetest kiss he’d ever given another person ever. He wasn’t forceful, he wasn’t passionate and crazed and full of lust like he wanted to be.
This was going to be a slow and steady seduction. It would have to be, what with how jumpy she was.
“I should say no,” she whispered when he broke the kiss.
He smiled, knew he had her. “Then I’ll keep kissing you out here in this very public place until you finally say yes.”
She squealed and glanced around, beating on his chest once again with her clenched fists. “Oh my God, let me go.”
“Not until you say yes.”
“Fine, yes. Get in the car.” She sounded irritated and he wanted to shout in triumph. Instead he lifted himself away from her and went around the back of the car, opened the passenger side door and slipped inside.
Stacy already sat behind the steering wheel, her hand resting on the key, ready to the turn the ignition. She turned to look at him, her expression serious, lips firmed.
He still found her incredibly sexy even though she looked royally pissed.
“Nothing is going to happen.”
“If that’s what you want.” He pulled on his seatbelt. Needed to do something to distract him from what he really wanted to do.
Like grab her face and kiss her senseless.
“That’s definitely what I want.” She turned the key and the car started. “I don’t trust you.”
“You probably shouldn’t,” he agreed.
“What you did to me last night was rude.”
“Very.”
An irritated little growl escaped her and she glanced over her shoulder, then at her side mirror before she pulled out onto the street. “If you expect me to feed you, you’re wrong.”
“I’ll pay for the pizza,” he said cheerily.
“Who said we were having pizza?”
“I did.” Unable to help himself he reached out, settled his hand on her thigh. Her skin was warm beneath the fabric and he wished she had a skirt on so he could touch her bare flesh. “We’ll eat pizza, watch TV and hang out.”
“Hang out.” She snorted. “You’re going to try and jump me, aren’t you?”
“Hell, no.” He shook his head. “I just want to be your friend. That’s all you want, right?”
“Right.”
“We’ll take it slow.”