“She’s changed a bit.”
“A bit?” She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and scanned the room. “Well, I still don’t think she could have ever been your type.”
As a matter of fact, he was starting to figure that out himself. Dawn had always been more of a social climber than him. He’d been leaning toward the apple pie-baking, homemaker type inthe last year or two, and had been coming up short as well. It was occurring to him now that maybe he liked the bold, sassy, former tomboy types.
For tonight, anyway.
“Yeah, I like women who look sexy in heels or jeans, who know how to have a career and how to play sports.” He took her slim hand in his, and tugged her until she was flush up against him, ignoring the crowd milling around them.
Reese smiled, obviously knowing where he was going with this.
That sexy dress rustled across his arms, calling up images of it crumpled next to the bed. His bed. Burying his hands in her hair, he stared into her passionate gray-green eyes and said, “And knowing how to arm wrestle and spit doesn’t hurt, either.”
“Hmmm.” She placed her hands on his chest, and fiddled with the button on his shirt. “Sounds like someone I know.”
Joking, he said, “Maybe you could set me up with her.”
Reese ran her finger across his bottom lip, making him wish this stupid wedding was over and they were naked. On a tropical island.
Then she said, “Don’t try funny, Knight. It doesn’t work on you.”
When she laughed, he couldn’t help but laugh with her. He was fascinated by her, drawn to her quirky personality and unexpected responses. It was tugging at him, this desire, this deep, quenching interest, until he was distracted from everything but her and the way she laughed, the way she smiled, and the look of passion in her eyes when she met his stare.
Christ. He did not need this distraction right now.
Reese feltKnight pressing into her thigh, and it wasn’t his gun. It was a little unnerving, this flammable passion betweenthem, the way he could glance down at her and she wanted to drop her dress to the floor and do the naked tango.
It wasn’t that she had never been a sexual person. She was young, healthy, and had always enjoyed her sex life, except for that first time, which was a paranoid blur. But since then she had no complaints, even if she’d been going through a minor dry spell. And the college years had been especially good to her.
But with Knight it was more than that. It was…fun. She liked being with him. He kept her on her toes, and he took her rough edges in stride.
He held her head with his hand, in a gesture that made her feel soft and sexy. Lips hovered over hers, those chocolate eyes darkening as he moved closer. He was going to kiss her, and she was going to let him. She didn’t care if everyone in Chicago and his mother was watching them, she couldn’t resist his gruff charm.
The kiss never came. His lips moved past to her ear and he said, “Remind me never to piss you off.”
Forgiving him for the tease, she laughed. “Words to live by, Knight.”
“Let’s go into this damn wedding,” he said as he turned around and started towards the door, his hand still in hers.
That fabulous behind taunted her as he walked, looking sophisticated in those suit pants. The jeans were still orgasm inspiring, but this was a total package. He looked like a model, like an actor, like a very fuckable FBI agent.
Reese reached out and gave his ass a quick squeeze.
He jumped, turning to look at her in shock.
She liked that she could shock him.
“What?” Defiance and innocence she was good at, having perfected them during the many escapades of her childhood.
“Knock it off.”
“Knock what off?”
“You grabbed my ass.”
“I did not.” Guys weren’t the only ones who knew how to deny.
He looked ready to argue, but they had reached the receiving line and Reese was eager to meet the Chattertons. Not to mention she had to meticulously record for theNewark Newswhich designers the bridesmaids and mothers were wearing. Her phone was in her clutch and she was hoping for a shot or two.