“Be careful,” Slater said before I shut the door and jogged away.
15
Julie
I was wearing purple sweatpants. Oversized purple sweatpants. My butt probably looked like a swollen raisin.
Check out the swollen ass on that chick, said NO man ever.
“Is everything okay?” I asked as I backed up toward the sofa, refusing to turn around and give him the worst view of his life. Suddenly my favorite sweatpants seemed like the top contender for the next time I made a donation to the Salvation Army.
But even my careful way of walking didn’t stop him from roving his eyes over my entire body. Beneath my T-shirt, I felt my nipples pull taut with need. Well, damn. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I resisted the urge to cross my arms over my chest and dove onto the couch, yanking the blanket over my purple lower half and holding it against my chest.
“You weren’t in bed?” he asked, stepping around the sofa into my line of sight.
I shook my head. “I was watching a movie.”
He glanced at the blue screen on the flat screen. “Looks entertaining.”
“I fell asleep,” I said, sheepish.
“Your hair is messy.” He pointed out, lazily unzipping his leather jacket.
My pulse started pounding. I told myself it was because he insulted me and I was mad. I was about to snap some really good comeback, but words failed me when the jacket slid off his arms and he tossed it onto a chair nearby. Then he yanked the gray cap from his head and tossed it beside his jacket.
My hands tightened around the blanket I was using to shield myself. I almost laughed out loud because there wasn’t a shield in this entire universe that would protect me from the freaking sexiness he exuded.
Ripped jeans dipped low on his abdomen, so low that I knew just the slightest lift of his arms would reveal to me his flat, hard stomach and the waistband of his boxers. The long-sleeved T-shirt he was wearing molded to his body, almost like it suffered from static cling.
But I knew better.
If I were that shirt I would caress every last inch of his skin I could.
The silver ring in his lower lip taunted me, and if it weren’t for his amazing body, I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off the piercing.
I had no idea I was such a lustful ho. Until I met Blue.
“Your eyes are still a little fuzzy from sleep.” He observed, stepping closer to the couch. His voice turned husky, like he knew my eyes weren’t fuzzy from sleep—like he knew it was desire he provoked within me.
When I didn’t say anything, he stopped, his legs coming up against the couch. “You got room over there for me?”
My stomach quivered with nervous excitement, and I involuntarily squeezed my thighs together with anticipation. Slowly, I lifted up the blanket, inviting him close, peaking up at him from beneath my lashes.
Even though the couch was sizable, he sat so close that his entire side and hip brushed up against me. I imagined it was a lot like the feeling of sticking your finger in a light socket. My entire body was zapped with energy and it rippled all the way down to my bare toes.
“I like your pants,” he said, a grin curving his lips.
I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
“I’ve wondered,” he murmured, turning his head so he could look at me fully.
“About what?”
“About what you did when no one was looking.” He tucked a stand of blond hair behind my ear. “How you dressed.” He reached between us and grabbed a wayward piece of popcorn. “What you eat, what you do…”
I swallowed thickly. That implied he thought about me. A lot.
“It’s not very exciting.”
“Everything about you excites me.”
“Is this a booty call?” I blurted out. I felt my own eyes widen after I heard the words that just shoved their way out of my mouth.
He threw back his head and laughed. I stared at the perfect rows of white teeth in his mouth. He had a sexy laugh: throaty and deep. “Could this even be considered a booty call if I’ve never had any of that purple booty?”
Oh, God. Did he get a glimpse of my purple rear end when I wasn’t looking?
My face flamed with mortification. I wanted to yank the blanket over my head and disappear. I sounded completely arrogant just now, implying that I was so irresistible that he would come here in the middle of the night just for some action.
It reminded me that he never actually told me why he was here.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” Blue teased.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, concern pushing back the embarrassment I suffered.
“Everything’s fine,” he said, stretching his arm out along the back of the couch. I resisted the urge to rest my head against it.