“Wow…someone is speechless?” I asked, still close, our body heat wisping around us like invisible ropes tying us together.
His hands went to my waist, fingers pressing in with enough pressure that I couldn’t deny he was there. “If I’m the one you want, all you have to do is ask.” This time, the tremor rocked through me, vibrated along my fault line before setting off an earthquake inside me. He was playing with me, testing me, I knew that, but it took everything in me not to teach the cocky little shit a lesson and take his mouth with mine. Garrett cocked his head, lips close to my ear like I’d done to him. “Cat got your tongue?”
“You’re playing with fire.” My voice came out on a growl. What the fuck was going on here? This was not the plan, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
“Or maybe you’re all talk and no bite?”
Fuck if my dick wasn’t completely hard then, throbbing and pulsing with desire for him. This was getting out of hand quickly, but I’d never met a challenge I couldn’t accept, so I leaned down and bit his bottom lip, my teeth sinking in, tongue swiping at the puffy skin here. It was quick, too quick, but definitely enough to elicit another sharp inhale from him.
With one more swipe of my tongue, I let his lip go.
His hold on me tightened, enough to leave bruises now, and damned if I didn’t want the evidence of this moment on my skin for later.
Our gazes locked. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was bad, so goddamned bad. I had no business wanting Houston’s little brother…my fucking teammate.
Hoooooonk!
The long blow of the horn snapped us out of whatever lust-trance we’d been in. We jerked away from each other like a bolt of lightning struck between us. Jesus, I’d almost kissed Garrett…I’d bitten his fucking lip on the street, where anyone could have seen us. What had gotten into me? I’d lost my head. I couldn’t imagine the mess that could have gotten us in. Two NFL teammates caught kissing? It would be a media circus, something I wanted nothing to do with. I wanted to be known for how well I played football, not for weekly stories about how I fucked up, even if it was different from the mistakes my dad had made.
Garrett spoke first. “We should, um…go inside.”
Or we could go back to my place and finish what we started… “Yeah, we should.”
The entrance to Fusion was on the other side of the building. We headed that way silently, not looking at each other, hell, nearly five feet of space between us.
“I got it,” I managed to say to Garrett while I handed money to the bouncer to get in.
He must have still been in shock about whatever we’d done outside because he didn’t argue.
Bass made my chest vibrate when we went inside. The music was loud, some fucking pop song, but I didn’t know the artist. Garrett went straight for the bar, and I was right along with him. I needed a fucking drink. Stat.
We were lucky enough to grab two open seats there. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked.
“Whiskey, please,” Garrett said.
“Make that a double for me,” I added.
Garrett signaled for the same, then absently reached up and touched his lip where I’d bitten him. I must have done it harder than I’d thought because it was slightly swollen.
Would you like me to kiss it better?
The second the bartender finished pouring, we downed them in long gulps until the glasses were empty, and Garrett said, “Another.”
I held out mine as well.
Garrett paid for the drinks, and I let him. The bartender went to help someone else, leaving us nursing the brown liquid that burned when I swallowed.
“Let’s see what we have.” Garrett pulled out his phone, wasting no time.
“G.”
“Shit. We scored. There are lots of options here, especially for a Monday night.”
“G,” I said again.
“What?” he snapped.
“I’m sorry…for biting your lip.” We stared at each other again, his eyes matching the whiskey, gazes holding before laughter fell from both of us. It was the most ridiculous thing. Had I really just apologized for biting him?
My stomach muscles hurt, I laughed so hard. Luckily, he found it just as funny. When we finally settled down, he said, “It’s all good. I’m hard to resist.”
“I still have a bad taste in my mouth.”
“Fuck you.” He took a drink. “Now shut up and let’s find you some dick.”
We looked at his phone together, and damn, there were a lot of men here looking to get laid.
He clicked on the first profile.
“Nah, not him,” I replied.
Garrett chose another. “Fuck, he’s hot.”
“He says he’s a top only. I’m not looking to get dicked down my first time out.”
He cocked a brow. “But that’s a possibility for you?”