Page 82 of Head Over Heels
His eyes met hers. He moved his leg so his calf brushed against hers.
She sucked in a breath. Pressed against him.
She’d been drinking and her defenses were weak, he understood that. But he also understood all it meant was she allowed herself what she wanted.
Him.
“Everything okay?” Bill asked, seemingly oblivious to the tension between Sophie and him.
“Everything’s great.” Sophie’s voice was a touch too breathless. Eyes on Ryder she asked, “Do you want to go dancing?”
“Yes,” he said, because there was only one thing he wanted to do more, and he’d get that soon enough.
For now, he’d drive her wild.
Cheryl laughed, nervous and high, ripping Ryder’s attention away from Sophie. She touched the hem of her dress. “I don’t really know how to dance that well.”
Oh no. Ryder started to frantically spin through the reasons he had to go dancing, but Sophie saved him.
She waved a hand. “It’s all good. We’ll show you. It will be fun.”
Bill cleared his throat. “Well . . . I’m not much of a dancer either.”
Figured.
Sophie clasped her hands in prayer. “Please? It will be fun, I promise.”
Bill glanced down at her, a slight frown on his lips before he turned to Cheryl. “What do you say?”
Maybe the guy wasn’t an idiot. There was no love match with Sophie, and his eyes seemed intent on Cheryl. She glanced at Ryder before her eyes flirted back to Bill. “If you’re game.”
Ryder looked at Sophie and without another thought to sanity slipped his hand under the table, leaning forward and touching her bare knee.
With a little jump, she shot him a furtive glance before parting her legs. His fingers played over the bare skin on the inside of her thigh. Her brown eyes darkened as he traced a finger over her skin.
She gave a radiant smile to Bill and Cheryl. “Are you guys in?”
Cheryl and Bill glanced at each other and then shrugged.
Cheryl nodded. “Sure.”
Sophie slid down a little in her seat and he gripped her leg. “Check?”
She picked up her drink, downed the last bit, and put it back on the table. “Check.”