Because she does.
I just know it.
“Oh, well, let me quickly take my clothes off, then.”
“Would you like some help?” I ask even though I know she is being sarcastic.
Rolling her eyes, she says, “In your dreams, Sinclair.”
She goes to pass me, but I don’t move, my eyes boring into hers. Heat is rolling off her in waves, burning my skin from the close proximity. I want to touch her, reach out and just feel her skin under my fingertips. Holding her gaze, I decide that I have to. I have to touch her. Cautiously and slowly, my finger runs along her jaw where the puck hit her. She doesn’t flinch or even move; the only reason I know she feels my touch is the sharp intake of breath.
Her lips part as I slowly move my thumb along her jaw. It’s swelling up and she’s gonna have one hell of a shiner. I feel bad. I don’t want her to hurt, but then if I’m honest, I’m really not thinking about her being hurt. More like kissing the living shit out of her.
Almost in a whisper, I say, “You need ice on that.”
She nods. “That’s my next stop.”
“So no proving who can’t handle who in my bed?”
“I don’t need to prove it. We both know I’ll win.”
I scoff. “I think that’s up for discussion.”
Her breathing is coming out faster, her eyes dark as she holds my gaze. “Maybe, but I don’t want to be a part of that discussion.”
“Ever?”
Shaking her head, she says, “Never.”
When she goes to move past me, I allow her. Turning, I watch as she heads for the door, and I don’t miss how she looks back at my bed. When she glances over at me, I smile.
“Don’t say never, Moore.”
She laughs as she opens the door, stepping out of it before looking back at me. “I don’t say anything I don’t mean, Sinclair.”
She says my name in a way that’s almost sinful. And again, she may be saying one thing, but that body of hers is screaming something entirely different. She may think no one can handle her, but I can, and I can definitely read her. She wants me. She’s just fighting it, and I want to know why.
Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “We’ll see about that.”
Rolling her eyes, she shuts the door with a little more force than needed, and I can’t help but laugh. As I push my shorts down and go into the bathroom to start my shower, I decide that hiding in my room is the worst idea in the world.
Because the best idea is to go down and prove her wrong.
“You need to have sex with Jayden. Like everywhere.”
Looking around quickly to make sure that no one is in the room, I look at Delanie incredulously. I can’t believe I am still surprised by the fact that she has no damn filter.
“Shh! Oh my God!”
Mandie thinks it’s hilarious because she laughs as she mixes the potato salad and texts Jason. She’s the queen of multitasking because she also says, “She’s right though, Baylor. He wants you.”
“I don’t care what he wants,” I say. And I don’t.
Nor do I care that I want him right on back.
And how could I not? I saw his whole dick. Not even a little bit of it from where his shorts fell some, no, his whole fucking dick. And sweet Lord above, what a sight it was. When I said earlier that he was smaller, I was a liar, a complete and utter liar, but seeing it just made me more of a liar. He’s hung.
Like a fucking horse.