And yes, most of them are female with teeny tiny shirts over big round breasts and micro skirts that barely cover their asses. God help them if they need to bend over.
We’re talking beaver galore…
Well… my intention in coming here tonight had been to finally work up the courage to apologize for jumping to conclusions about him. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do and then I can get the hell out of here. This really isn’t my scene. And quite honestly, before Lexie started dating Dylan, it wouldn’t have been hers either.
We usually hang with a more artistic minded crowd.
Slowly making my way towards him, I mentally rehearse a short but sweet apology that will smooth things over between us. When I’m about fifteen feet away, our eyes collide. More surprising than that is the way they continue to hold as I force myself to close the distance separating us. A little shiver of awareness skitters its way down my spine as his turquoise colored eyes impale me.
A moment later he breaks away from the crowd still clamoring for his attention. Everyone’s eyes focus on him as he makes his way towards me.
“Hey.” Slowly his eyes run down the length of me. For just a heartbeat or two, they linger on my bare legs. People have told me that I have legs up to my ears because of their length. I’m comfortable with it now, but when I was a kid, I was constantly outgrowing my pants. My mom had a hard time finding the longer lengths I needed which meant there were times when I looked like I was waiting around for a flood to roll through.
“Looking good, Ivy.”
“Thanks.” All of a sudden my throat feels dry and scratchy. Damn him for always having this kind of effect on me.
With his eyes still locked on mine, he takes a slow pull from the green bottle in his hand. I feel caught in the crosshairs of them and it’s such an odd feeling. I want to hold my breath until he finally releases me from his gaze.
But he’s not looking away and I’m not able to hold my breath indefinitely.
Even though there are tons of people milling around, jostling or knocking into us, somehow it feels as if it’s just the two of us. I swear I can feel the enticing lure of him. As if I’m somehow drawn to him against my will. There’s something unidentifiable about Roan that attracts both men and women and holds them utterly captivated.
Needing to break the spell he’s woven around me, I shake my head just a bit to clear it before ripping my eyes away from his. I need to force out my apology and then get the hell out of here before my brain turns to complete mush. The way his eyes just licked over my body is enough to have me spontaneously combusting on the spot. Liquid heat is already gathering in a place I’d rather not think about.
Well, at least until I’m alone in my room…
To have all that smoldering sexiness aimed right at you for even twenty minutes would be as addicting as a drug.
No wonder they all want a piece of him.
No matter how small it is.
Trying to tamp down my body’s automatic reaction to him, I keep my eyes trained directly over his shoulder. Every once in a while my gaze will flicker towards his. As soon as our eyes catch, mine skitter away nervously.
Clearing my throat, I force out the words. “I’m sorry about the other day.”
Again my eyes stray to his. He cocks his head just a bit to the side before lifting the bottle to his gorgeous lips again. As he takes another long pull, his eyes continue holding mine. When he finally lowers the beer, he steps just a bit closer. So close that I can see all the ridiculously beautiful shades and flecks of green and blue that make up the brilliant hue of his eyes.
It’s completely mesmerizing.
Even though the party surrounding us is loud, his voice is pitched low. “What exactly are you apologizing for?”
With my mouth suddenly feeling as if it’s been stuffed full of cotton, I gulp somewhat painfully before answering. How does he do that? How does he twist me up into these tiny little knots every single time?
“I…I didn’t think you were interested in pulling your weight on the project.”
Something flashes in his eyes but it’s there and gone so quickly I’m not able to identify the emotion that caused it.
Sounding deceptively flip, he comments, “You just thought I’d leave you hanging, so you could do all the work by yourself, huh?”
Feeling distinctly uncomfortable for being put on the spot, I shift from one foot to the other before glancing guiltily away. “Yeah. I did.”
He moves closer, invading my personal space right before his strong fingers settle under my jaw. Then he slowly turns my face towards him until my eyes are ensnared within his brightly burning gaze once again.