toe.
“You would have risked pissing Luke off that way?”
Marc’s gaze flickered to her mouth, then slid lower, over her body, then back up. “As a dumb, horny teenage boy? Very likely.”
“And now?”
“I’m not a teenager anymore.”
“What about the dumb and horny part?”
“Some times more than others.”
He was kind of funny. Which also surprised her. “How about now?”
“Feeling dumber by the second.”
That definitely caused a stomach flip. “Funny, I’m feeling one of those things too.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m always wound up after I perform.”
“Wound up?”
“You know, wound up, energized, stimulated…”
“You get…stimulated…every time you sing?”
“I thank God for D batteries every night,” she said without batting an eye. She didn’t know how she was keeping her cool exactly but it was fun to see his pupils dilate and his lips part as he sucked in a quick breath.
“Is that right? You’re so independent you don’t even need someone for orgasms, huh?”
It shouldn’t be that easy for him, but just the word orgasms from him and she was nearly panting. Unwilling to let him get away with teasing her like that—because she was going to be wishing for those batteries pretty quick—she said, “You get what you pay for with vibrators and I have high credit limit on all my cards.”
“I’m okay with watching.”
She cleared her throat before she could think about it. “Who said you’re invited?”
“They only had one room open tonight.”
That tripped her up. She hadn’t even thought about that as a possibility. And there were complications far beyond her being able to use or not use her plastic BFF.
“I thought you were concerned about being in a hotel room with me tonight.”
“I am.” He sounded frustrated. “I thought we were going out so we’d be so tired we wouldn’t be thinking of anything but sleep.”
Yep. That had been the plan.
Of course, none of her plans had worked out for months so she wasn’t sure why she’d thought this one would.
“You’re not tired?”
“That’s not the first word to register, no,” he said.
The desire on his face was clear.
She was wound up from performing and he was clearly turned on by—whatever. There had been underlying currents all day.
Inevitable seemed to be the word registering for her.
“Are you doing this to piss Luke off so he’ll stay away from me?” she asked.
Marc thought about that. It would work. No doubt about it. Luke wouldn’t stand the idea of Sabrina with another guy but especially his best friend. The problem was, Mark didn’t need to fake one ounce of what he was feeling for her at the moment and that was a huge flashing neon sign that read Big Trouble .
Clearly dumb and horny went together for males even after their teenage years.
“Are you doing this because you feel the need to constantly drive me nuts and you know I think this is a bad idea? Or is it the horny-from-singing thing?”
She looked up at him, searching his eyes. “Which do you think works better?”
He got it. It was easier if there was a reason other than truly wanting each other. It was easier if there was an excuse. But part of him wanted her to be so hot for him she couldn’t do anything other than beg him to take her. Which they both knew was a lot closer to the truth.
Probably.
Marc didn’t like that twinge of insecurity. She hadn’t just gotten off stage when there’d been sparks flying between them in the motel room, or the diner, or the grocery store parking lot. But she had been tired. And stressed out. And hungry. And a million other things that might explain her acting out of character. A million other things besides a wild and crazy chemistry between them that she couldn’t deny.
Leave it to Sabrina to put doubts like these in his head. He was going to have performance anxiety if he wasn’t careful. It would be typical that he’d get Sabrina naked and then not be able to
“You would have risked pissing Luke off that way?”
Marc’s gaze flickered to her mouth, then slid lower, over her body, then back up. “As a dumb, horny teenage boy? Very likely.”
“And now?”
“I’m not a teenager anymore.”
“What about the dumb and horny part?”
“Some times more than others.”
He was kind of funny. Which also surprised her. “How about now?”
“Feeling dumber by the second.”
That definitely caused a stomach flip. “Funny, I’m feeling one of those things too.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m always wound up after I perform.”
“Wound up?”
“You know, wound up, energized, stimulated…”
“You get…stimulated…every time you sing?”
“I thank God for D batteries every night,” she said without batting an eye. She didn’t know how she was keeping her cool exactly but it was fun to see his pupils dilate and his lips part as he sucked in a quick breath.
“Is that right? You’re so independent you don’t even need someone for orgasms, huh?”
It shouldn’t be that easy for him, but just the word orgasms from him and she was nearly panting. Unwilling to let him get away with teasing her like that—because she was going to be wishing for those batteries pretty quick—she said, “You get what you pay for with vibrators and I have high credit limit on all my cards.”
“I’m okay with watching.”
She cleared her throat before she could think about it. “Who said you’re invited?”
“They only had one room open tonight.”
That tripped her up. She hadn’t even thought about that as a possibility. And there were complications far beyond her being able to use or not use her plastic BFF.
“I thought you were concerned about being in a hotel room with me tonight.”
“I am.” He sounded frustrated. “I thought we were going out so we’d be so tired we wouldn’t be thinking of anything but sleep.”
Yep. That had been the plan.
Of course, none of her plans had worked out for months so she wasn’t sure why she’d thought this one would.
“You’re not tired?”
“That’s not the first word to register, no,” he said.
The desire on his face was clear.
She was wound up from performing and he was clearly turned on by—whatever. There had been underlying currents all day.
Inevitable seemed to be the word registering for her.
“Are you doing this to piss Luke off so he’ll stay away from me?” she asked.
Marc thought about that. It would work. No doubt about it. Luke wouldn’t stand the idea of Sabrina with another guy but especially his best friend. The problem was, Mark didn’t need to fake one ounce of what he was feeling for her at the moment and that was a huge flashing neon sign that read Big Trouble .
Clearly dumb and horny went together for males even after their teenage years.
“Are you doing this because you feel the need to constantly drive me nuts and you know I think this is a bad idea? Or is it the horny-from-singing thing?”
She looked up at him, searching his eyes. “Which do you think works better?”
He got it. It was easier if there was a reason other than truly wanting each other. It was easier if there was an excuse. But part of him wanted her to be so hot for him she couldn’t do anything other than beg him to take her. Which they both knew was a lot closer to the truth.
Probably.
Marc didn’t like that twinge of insecurity. She hadn’t just gotten off stage when there’d been sparks flying between them in the motel room, or the diner, or the grocery store parking lot. But she had been tired. And stressed out. And hungry. And a million other things that might explain her acting out of character. A million other things besides a wild and crazy chemistry between them that she couldn’t deny.
Leave it to Sabrina to put doubts like these in his head. He was going to have performance anxiety if he wasn’t careful. It would be typical that he’d get Sabrina naked and then not be able to
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