“You always were quite the ladies’ man.”
I winced, it was quick, but she saw it.
Trying to lighten the mood, she smiled and arched an eyebrow. “Do you like what you see then, Quarterback?”
“I more than like, I’ve taken everything.”
She zeroed in on me, reminiscing before my eyes. Despite the lust that was evident in her gaze, I could still see the pain I’d caused her floating through my lies.
I shook away all the memories that could destroy me, turning around to face the view instead. She stood close to me, spinning to observe the sight in front of us like I was.
However, I couldn’t keep my eyes from gazing at the side of her face, wanting to look at her for as long as I could. She was always my favorite thing to look at. I cleared my throat and swallowed hard, knowing that her heart was beating just as fast as mine. I was having the same effect on her too, and it not only pleased me—it made me so fucking happy.
I wanted her.
I’d never stopped.
She was mine.
Once again, playing this game of cat and mouse, I asked, “Are you from around here?”
I could see her trying to hide back a smile. “No.”
“Where are you from?”
“Texas.”
The pull she had on me was also still alive and thriving. I resisted the urge to claim her mouth, craving to remind her who she belonged to.
“What are you doing in Miami?”
“I’m here with a friend.”
“I don’t see your friend.”
“She left with some guy.”
“And you stayed by yourself?”
“I wanted to dance.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
Her eyes connected with mine. “Do you think I need protection?”
“With the dress you’re wearing, abso-fucking-lutely.”
She looked down at herself. “What’s wrong with my dress?”
“Where’s the rest of it?”
She smirked, peering up at me through her long black lashes. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with my dress a few minutes ago when you couldn’t take your eyes off me.”
“I still can’t take my eyes off you.”
“You don’t have to worry. The only man I need protection from is you.”
I grimaced again, not trying to hide it. “How long are you in town for?”