“Did you see the look on his face? Course he does.”

We were the only ones left because our Uber hadn’t yet arrived. Will wrapped his arms around my waist, keeping me close to him.

“You were the prettiest girl in there tonight.”

“I think you’re biased.” I aligned my hips to his. “Your little friend is clouding your judgment.”

Will blinked, and I immediately rectified my joke.

“I mean your very big and very hard friend.”

Will slid his hands to my hips. God, I loved feeling those big, roughened hands on my hips. Or my back. Or my breasts. I didn’t mind feeling them anywhere, really.

“Paige....”

I didn’t understand the warning tone in his voice until the man immobilized my wrists with his hands. Whoops... my palms were roaming over the expanse of his chest. I tried to bat my eyelashes innocently.

“I have no clue how that happened. I’m blaming all those cocktails.”

“Maybe I’m just irresistible.”

“Pfft....” I feigned nonchalance, but I could feel myself failing. It was hard to keep up the pretense when all I wanted was to lift up his shirt and count those little squares on his washboard abs. I wiggled my hands out of his grip (to be noted: he could have stopped me, but he let go, so... he totally wanted to be mauled), and this time, I did slide my fingers under his shirt.

“Hmm... I wonder if I’d see a twelve-pack if I looked now. I’m already seeing double biceps.”

“You’ll look when we’re alone.” Will’s voice was a delicious growl.

“Oh, once we’re alone I’ll do more than look. I’ll trace them with my tongue, just to show my appreciation, of course.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Paige

Will’s gaze darkened. He kissed one of my palms, then the other, then placed my hands at the sides of his neck, as if he didn’t want me to stop touching him. He just wanted me to keep the touching to safe areas. Cool. I could do that. I was buzzed and turned on, but I could pull it off.

“You look hotter than ever tonight, Detective.” Was that my voice? Low and husky, wanton.

He feathered his lips against my cheek. The five o’clock shadow he had going on was grazing my skin in the most delicious way.

Thankfully, our Uber arrived, interrupting the moment. The heat was getting out of control.

The effects of the alcohol wore off on the journey, but I wasn’t sorry. The slight buzz had been relaxing and fun, but I wanted my senses on alert for the sexy part of the evening. I scooted closer to Will.

“Do you think the driver knows we’ll be up to no good once he drops us off?” I asked.

“Who said we will?”

Oh, right... he was playing hard to get, wasn’t he? I pulled away, smiling saucily... or trying to. Will smirked back, which made me think my saucy smile looked more like a lunatic grin.

Well, that was just fine. I’d never managed to pull off saucy, but I had plenty of other talents. I got to work, tempting Will Connor like it was my job. I lifted the hem of my dress until I was showing plenty of leg. Then I accidentally on purpose rubbed my thigh against his. Will tensed. I grinned to myself. My plan was working.

When we climbed out of the car, Will kissed me before we even entered my building. Ha! That was easy. I was feeling very smug about it all when he suddenly lifted me off my feet.

“What are you doing?”

“Carrying you, or you’ll rip off my clothes before we make it to your apartment.”

Damn it. My hands had been under his T-shirt. Again. Oh, yeah. Eyes on the prize, Paige. Eyes on the prize. Being carried was nice, though. In fact, better than nice. I could touch him to my heart’s desire, and there was nothing he could do to stop me. He was so manly, shouldering the doors open, not even breaking a sweat, as if carrying me was no big deal. He made me feel safe and protected. This big, muscly man was handling me with utmost gentleness, and it spoke to a primal part of me... a part I wasn’t even aware of until now.

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