The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5

By: Jordan Silver

He not only looked good he smelt like hot sin. It was the kind of scent that made you want to run your nose along his neck and suck it all in. His hand, I could feel the weight of it low on my hip and my skin burned beneath my clothes.

That close to him, instead of the fear I’d half expected, I somehow felt-safe; something I hadn’t felt in a long-long time. Just then he turned those eyes on me again and I felt myself weakening. There were no words spoken between us, just a shared look that conveyed so much.

He had this way about him that although we were total strangers, I felt anything but. He was so matter of fact about it the way he was so relaxed with me there, the way he just grabbed his beer and took a swig before turning his attention back to me, as if it were something he’d done a thousand times.

Those eyes of his were lethal. This close I could see little specks of silver in his irises and his face was a work of art. If not for the hard cut of his jaw you could almost call him beautiful. I wanted to trail my finger down his perfectly formed nose to that top lip with the dent in it. To feel him under my fingers.

My breathing accelerated as I studied him with what I was sure was longing in my eyes. His nose flared as he looked back at me and I felt his thigh stiffen under my butt. Oh boy! “You’re gorgeous.” He kept hitting me with these little zingers and keeping me off kilter.

Before I could give in to the urge to cuddle closer, I resolved to put an end to our little dance before I bit off more than I could chew. Although he’d just saved me, I knew there was no way he could be interested in me for anything more than an easy lay, and the way he kept running his eyes all over me only enhanced that belief.

Like I said, guys who look like him are never interested in girls like me, not for the right reasons anyway. I guess that’s part of the curse of having the body of a pinup doll. We’re okay to bed but not marriage material. At least that’s what I’ve been told.

"I have to get back to my friends." My voice was squeaky and just this side of wary, but at least I got the words past the sudden lump in my throat.

"That's a no babe, if they want you they're gonna have to come over here. Chad, go get the girls." Excuse me?

"Why do I always get the grunt work?"

"That's because you're my wingman bro, now stop bitching and go round them up."

"Round them up? They're not cattle." Shut up Traci you won’t survive this one.

"Ooh she's a feisty one there Wyatt, you better watch out, I don't think this one's gonna let you get away with your shit." His friend grinned like an idiot as if it was the most natural thing in the world for his pal to have a strange woman seated on his lap. For all I know that could be true.

"Not to worry Jace, I know just how to tame this little lady."

"You...tell me, this fighting thing you do, you get a lotta knocks to the head?" He threw his head back and laughed. I guess I forgot to be scared there for a second or I maybe wouldn't have sassed him, but even his laugh sent a thrill through me. He stole another quick kiss before picking up his drink for another sip.

"Maybe. You gonna take care of me?"

"I don't even know you." I tried scooting off his lap but he just hauled me back into his chest and kept his hand on my hip.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that Red, before this night is over you're gonna know me a hell of a lot better."

The look in his eyes said a hell of a lot more than his lips were saying and I got his meaning loud and clear. I was lost for words. Well I could see he’d already made up his mind about where this was going, like it was a done deal. As gorgeous as he was, he had the wrong idea and I told him just as much.

“Look, I think you got the wrong idea here, I’m not the kind of girl you think I am. That little dance thing was a dare, I don’t usually…”

“Good to hear it, I don’t like my woman shaking my ass for all the world to see.”

“Your-is this a joke? It is isn’t it? Did my friends put you up to this?” It was just the kind of thing they would do, but where did they find him, and how did they set it up?

He’s the kind of guy I would’ve dreamed of before I learned that love and romance was all fairytale bullshit. I can honestly say that no one had ever made my pulse race quite so fast, or made me want to throw caution to the wind and just go for it. But years of doing the right thing held me back. That slight hope that maybe, just maybe my prince charming was still out there kept me in check. He sure did look like my ideal though.

His eyes were just the beginning of his amazing looks, and they sure packed a punch. Then there was his close-cropped dark hair and those chiseled cheekbones with the dimples that made me want to dip my fingers and my tongue…

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