Page 32 of Head Over Heels
Penelope scowled. “Stop being dramatic.”
“Yeah, I was suggesting the bathroom, not right in front of you,” Evan said.
Ryder’s lips twitched and his gaze flickered down Sophie’s body, leaving a trail of lust in his wake. “Not much of a voyeur, are we, darlin’?”
His “darlin’” was starting to make her shiver with desire instead of irritate her. Jesus, just the sight of him made her hot and her stomach heat. Just looking at him made her wet. And she couldn’t remember when that had ever happened.
If her brain wasn’t clouded by tequila she’d cross her arms over her chest or do something decent, but instead she put her hands on the counter and leaned back, the motion raising her breasts and making them strain against the fabric.
He definitely took notice because he zeroed in on her nipples and his jaw hardened.
She shrugged. “There are some things I’d watch, but not that.”
His attention fell to her mouth and he said in that honeyed voice, “Such as?”
Oh, she had a list and every item included him, but she wasn’t about to volunteer that information. She was buzzed, not stupid. Sophie waved a hand at Evan and Penelope. “Stop trying to get me to talk dirty in front of my friends, you pervert.”
Evan laughed.
Penelope covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smile.
Ryder cocked a brow. “I see tequila makes you sassy.”
He made her sassy. “Have you met me?”
He skimmed a path down her body. “You’re making your presence quite known.”
Evan looked first at Sophie, then at Ryder. “Didn’t you two agree to date other people?”
“Yep,” Ryder said, still devouring Sophie with his eyes.
“It’s gonna be a super-fun time,” Sophie said, leaning back farther, shivering at his dark, hot expression.
His gaze traveled from her lips, down to her breasts, and over her hips and legs before gliding back up again. “The best.”
“I see.” Evan turned to Penelope. “Poor Bill and Cheryl.”
“Indeed,” Penelope said.
Sophie’s breath kicked up.
Someone cleared their throat, Sophie didn’t know who, but it wasn’t Ryder, because they hadn’t stopped staring at each other.
“Yes, well, I’m sure you have ... things to discuss,” Penelope said.
“Yeah, things, like where you’re going to take Bill and Cheryl,” Evan said, amusement in his tone. “We’ll be back.”
Without taking his eyes off Sophie, Ryder said, “Have fun.”
“Be good,” Penelope said.
Sophie was pretty sure she was past being good. Why had she forgotten how tequila makes her stupid?
The door swung closed and they were alone.
The temperature in the room increased by fifteen degrees.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you drunk?”