“This is not TV,” he argued, remaining as difficult as always.
“It’s Sips and Sjin,” I added, clenching my fists. My nails dug into my palms. It was all I could do to not look at him.
I felt those silver eyes on me and shifted under his gaze. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” His voice alone could cut straight to my heart and make it beat a million times faster.
Tossing a handful of green and red skittles into my mouth, I snickered at the banter between my two favorite gamers. “They do a play through of games and post them on YouTube with snarky humor. It’s a-ma-zing,” I informed, chewing on the wad of rainbow candy.
“Attractive.” His weight sunk his side of the couch.
I grinned, finally giving in and meeting those smoky eyes that haunted my dreams, no matter how much I willed otherwise. “It’s totally turning you on,” I teased, over exaggerating my chomping. I hated that just a peek at him in his ripped jeans and a black t-shirt could leave me breathless.
Joke was on me. His silver eyes flickered gold, and he shot me a devilish grin. “You’re right.”
Shit.
I swallowed. Well, that totally backfired. My pulse picked up, and I could feel myself pulled toward that god-worthy body. “Whatever,” I shot back weakly and returned my attention to the TV, though at this point he’d ruined it for me.
My feet were pressed against his thigh, seared by his incredible heat. He was like an inferno. “Okay. So let me get this straight. Instead of playing video games, you are now watching someone else play video games?”
I kicked him lightly in the thigh. “You got a problem with it – leave.” I put on a much braver front than I felt. Truthfully, if he did leave, I knew that the moment he was gone I would miss him. Pathetic.
“God, you are lame.”
That was it. I didn’t even think about what I was doing, I just tossed whatever was in my hand directly at Chase’s smirking mouth.
It happened to be the remote control.
I watched as his hand snatched it out of the thin air before it connected with his beautiful bad boy face. Damn his demon reflexes. “Nice try, Angel Eyes. I love it when you’re feisty.”
I scowled at him. “Mom is upstairs you know.”
He lifted that stupid brow with the hoop in it. Envy-worthy long lashes fanned around his twinkling eyes. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“God, you are warped.”
His wrist snaked out before I even saw it coming and gripped my ankle. With a quick tug he pulled me to him, and I shrieked in surprise. “You like it,” he murmured, his breath tickling my skin.
Suddenly I found myself in a very precarious position, straddled over his lap. Being this close to Chase meant trouble – of the good kind. I pushed aside the butterflies of excitement and anticipation. My body knew what was about to follow the kind of look he was giving me, and it was on high alert. “If you came over for a quick tumble you’ll be sadly disappointed,” I said, trying to sound completely bored and uninterested.
Yet the golden gleam in his eyes said no one was fooled, least of all him. His hands spanned on either side of my hips, burning right through the flimsy white cotton of my shorts. I cursed myself for not wearing more clothes and lots of layers. No, instead I strolled around the house next to naked.
“Nothing I ever do is quick Angel.”
Every time he said my name my pulse decided to race like it was on speed. I bit my lip to keep from sighing. The last thing I needed to do was stroke his already out of control ego.
“Do you need a demonstration?” he whispered, his voice dropping to dangerous octaves.
I swallowed, entranced by his eyes. He tipped his head forward grazing his lips across mine. A blaze of heat tore through my body leaving me achy and wanting more. I knew that I should pull away while I still had opportunity, because the small window was closing quickly.
As if I had a choice.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I watched as his eyes darkened and flickered. He wasn’t the only one who could use the element of surprise. I laced my fingers into his hair, loving the way his eyes changed right before me. Never losing contact, I moved in to seal our lips together, needing –
Like I weighed no more than a pound of sugar, he lifted me in the air, and dropped me down on the couch. For a split second I was stunned…then I went up in flames. Roughly pushing the hair out of my face, I glared up at him, seething. “I am going to make you regret that Chase Winters.”
He stood hovering over me with a stupid grin. “I’m looking forward to it.”
I jumped off the couch, meeting him head-to-head. Okay well in reality it was like head-to-chest. It wasn’t my fault he was so damn tall or that I was so short. Cursed genes. “I think you better leave before I give in to the urge to stab you.”