Milo was midswing when she dropped her hand and kissed Colt on the mouth instead.
“Take that in your bedroom,” Max yelled. “Animals.”
Becca came up to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Why don’t I help you with your hair and makeup? Max has done enough thinking for one night . . . after all, Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“Or was it?” Max tapped his chin.
“Go,” Becca directed. “Take a shot of whiskey, put on some cologne, and make sure your hair doesn’t look like crap. I won’t have you trying something trendy just because we’re in Vegas.”
Max grinned. “You take such good care of me.”
“Take your pills!” Becca directed.
“He’s on pills?” I whispered.
Becca rolled her eyes. “Advil. He likes to be preventative when he drinks.”
“Ah.” I nodded. “Smart.”
“As a nail,” Max fired back as he nearly collided with the couch, then stumbled up the two stairs and down the hallway.
“So.” Becca laughed. “I’m guessing he told you to be a food group?”
“Huh?”
“In order to get your man.”
I winced. “Chocolate caramels.”
She nodded knowingly. “So let’s envision those while we sex you up.” She led me down the hall.
“Becca?”
“What?”
“Does it scare you when he starts making sense?”
She shuddered. “Keeps me up at night . . . it really does.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
REID
“Where the hell is she?” I smacked Jason because I had to get my aggression out somehow and drinking more seemed like a horrible idea considering I was already feeling my last drink. Besides, this was a date, and I wanted to be able to experience every part of it.
Every part of her.
Water it was.
Regardless of what I was drinking, water, alcohol, I’d still feel drunk off her, the way she moved, spoke. Everything about her was distracting. I always wanted to taste more of her, feel more, share more.
“You’re getting that look again,” Jason grumbled, rubbing his shoulder and taking a step back while I checked my watch for the tenth time.
“Just go ahead.” I sighed. “She isn’t back yet and her text said she was running late—”
The door swung open.
So did my jaw.
And Jason’s.
I punched him for reacting, the bastard!
He kept staring.
Because who wouldn’t?
Jordan, aka the most gorgeous female I’d ever had the pleasure of staring at, was standing in the doorway.
High nude heels.
Legs for miles.
And holy shit, those curvy hips all leading up to a trim waist, and . . . I’m sure there’s something more romantic I could say about her breasts.
But being a guy, all I could think was breasts, tits, breasts, tits, in that order.
Throat dry, I swallowed as my eyes locked on her face.
Forget her body.
That face.
Her smile was cautious. It was the smile every girl has when she wants her guy to say something complimentary, something epic, something she tells all her friends.
“Uhhhhhhh.” I blinked.
Jason elbowed me.
“Uhhhh,” I repeated, this time shorter.
“Words.” Jason coughed.
“Words,” I repeated like an idiot. “Big words.”
Jordan’s grin grew. “So you like it?” She placed her hands on her hips, and honest to God, my fingers twitched at my sides. They freaking twitched because they were so damn excited to get to hold her hand.
“You look beautiful,” Jason said for me, in my place, like a bastard. Should have knocked him out when I had the chance. He kissed her hand.
I let out a low growl.
Jason looked back at me and laughed. “What was that? You think she looks pretty too? Want me to pass her a note or you think you got this, champ?”
“There’s a special place in hell for cock blockers,” I fumed. “Just saying.”
“Ha.” Jason grinned. “It’s probably right next to Max’s cell.”
“Truth,” Max said from somewhere down the hall, but I wasn’t sure if he actually heard Jason or was just used to saying truth all the time whenever he finished giving ridiculously horrible advice.
“Jordan?” I held out my hand. “Come here a minute.”
“We’ll be just outside,” Jason called, shutting the door behind him so that we were alone, away from Max’s watchful eyes.
“Beautiful,” I blurted. “You look beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, cute, breathtaking.”
Jordan flushed.
“Mouthwatering.” I licked my lips. “Mind-numbing. World altering.”
“Wow, that’s a lot of words.” She laughed.
“I have more, want to hear more?”
She nodded excitedly.
“Heartbreaking,” I whispered, tugging her into my arms. “Soul shattering.” I kissed her neck and dug my hands into her wild wavy hair and groaned.
“Max said straight hair’s for losers. Does that mean wavy is for winners?” she teased, her cute little body arching while I continued kissing down the side of her neck.
“Winning. From here on out, I forfeit, you win. Make a special note of that.”
“Deal.” She let out a breathy sigh.