“No way. It was a pickup game for charity. I’m a detective in Boston.” She still didn’t look like she took me seriously, so I busted out my phone and clicked on the video my friend taped. I put it in her hands, lightly touching her in the process. All you see in the clip is a bunch of guys running up to me while I was sitting on the ground. After finding out I was going to be fine, they all started ragging on me.
“See, babe. I’m not bullshitting you,” I whispered in her ear as I took my phone from her.
Feeling uncomfortable with all my closeness and her obvious enjoyment, she changed the subject. “So what are you going to Vegas for?”
I paused for a moment because I didn’t want to come off as a dick, but then she got all uncomfortable like she was pushing.
Ducking her head back into her book, she murmured, “Sorry, it’s none of my business.”
I put my hand on her tablet, pushing it away from her, and used my other hand to turn her lovely face toward me. I ignored the jolt of excitement at the contact and unsteadily said, “No, that’s not why I paused, so don’t trip about offending me, lovely Angel. My brother is getting married, and I’m going to try and stop him before it’s too late. I know it’s a dick move, but I can’t let him go through with it.”
“Why? Don’t you like the woman?” she asked me shakily. My touch was starting to affect her as much as she was affecting me. I pulled my hand away and took a quick swig of my drink before I started to talk again.
“No, I don’t know her at all. He just rushed into it claiming he’s in love, and I don’t buy it for a second.”
“Seriously?” She shook her head in disbelief in love at first sight. I wasn’t so sure it didn’t exist.
The way my heart was pounding and my cock was dancing in my jeans, I wasn’t feeling too far off from the emotion. Not that I’d ever been in love before, but I knew what lust was and this was something much stronger than that. “Yeah, but right now I’m having second thoughts on it.”
“Why?” she asked, brightening as she blushed again.
“Because suddenly I’m buying into love at first sight,” I said smoothly, implying that I was falling for her.
Shaking her head, she snickered. “Oh shut up!”
“I’m serious, Angel,” I divulged. I knew she didn’t buy it, but I was for real. My dick was hard because I was lusting like a horny teen, but my heart was pounding like I’d just run the Boston Marathon.
She just picked up her tablet again and tried to ignore me. It ticked me off because I couldn’t ignore her. Suddenly, her presence was all I could focus on. The only reason I had the book still was so I didn’t give the people across the aisle a side view of my tented jeans. Angel was welcome to look all she wanted.
“That’s not going to work now. I’m not going to let you ignore me,” I said as I leaned over her shoulder as she read. It was a big mistake because her scent was hitting my nostrils full force, and I was getting jealous of the damn bull on her hoodie so close to her breasts.
Annoyed, she turned and asked, “Are you going to stare over my shoulder the whole flight?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “Depends on if you’re going keep reading. I want to see what other dirty shit is in there. I would love to know how you like it in bed,” I suggested and gave her a naughty grin. I was serious about knowing her likes, but I wasn’t happy about who showed her what she liked.
“Just because I’m reading a scene doesn’t mean it’s what I like. I’m reading the entire book,” she refuted, returning to her book. I sat back and finished my drink, summoning the stewardess for another. I was hoping the alcohol would dull my senses, and I could just unzip my jeans, whip out my cock, and flip her onto me, fucking her. The constant fantasizing wasn’t doing me or my pants any good. I could feel the come leaking out of my dick and onto my underwear; one or two strokes and I’d be coming hard.
“So why are you going to Vegas?” I was really curious to know why she would be going to Vegas alone, and I needed to stop thinking about what I wanted to do to her.
“Umm…” she muttered, pausing too long for my liking. A low growl emanated from my chest.
“You don’t want to tell me?” I asked. It seemed she was ashamed or uncomfortable to tell me why she was going to the Devil’s playground.
“Nope.”
“Tell me,” I demanded. All thoughts of why ran through my brain. Please tell me she wasn’t marrying someone else, or becoming a stripper or some shit like that.