against him.
This was going to be a long drive , she thought as Mike asked, “Ready to go?”
She wasn’t about to trust her voice, so a nod was the best he would get. Her heart rate was climbing, and her chest felt heavy as she tried to breathe. But this wasn’t a panic attack. Nope. It was undeniable arousal as she felt his hand slide away from the belt he had just secured. His fingers grazed her bare thigh, just below the hem of her shorts as they made their way back to his personal space.
His fingers left a trail a goose bumps in their wake, and she had trouble fighting the shiver that moved through her body. Certain that he felt it, she made sure to avoid eye contact with him. Lord only knew what would happen if she locked gazes with him again. She noticed he had to shift his body slightly to get into a comfortable position to drive. She paid particular attention to the fact that he was shifting a very specific area, and she smiled at the fact that he was uncomfortable, too. He started the truck, and they were finally all on their way.
CHAPTER EIGHT
MIKE was trying to figure out what he had done in a past life to endure the hell he was in now. They were having a good time, enjoying the game, since the Padres seemed have brought their A-game. During the third inning, Allie announced that she wanted another beer then made her way toward the concession stands. Well, since it was his turn to buy a round, he thought it necessary for him to follow. Big mistake. Huge actually, since this was when he felt his slow ascension to hell begin.
He wasn’t too far behind Allie as they climbed the stairs; he didn’t think she even realized he was coming, too. He was happily trailing along behind her when he noticed the looks . Looks that Allie was getting from practically every man, from their row to the top. Make that all of the men were looking, checking her out. And there were a lot of seats, since they were in the first row of their section. Mike wasn’t sure how Jake got the tickets, but they were great seats, except for the fact that it allowed every Y-chromosome from row one through thirty-something the ability to leer at the object of his desire. On second thought, make that his affection. Allie was more than a desire.
He wanted so badly to demand all men avert their eyes from her direction. Jealousy was a strong emotion Mike hadn’t felt in a really long time, and he wasn’t sure it was entirely welcome. Feeling that kind of emotion for another person, who may not have an inkling of those same feelings for him, sucked. It opened him up to all sorts of disappointment. It made him vulnerable and left him feeling exposed.
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to ignore how he lit up inside every time she was around was the only reason he put himself out there. It was a force, driving him with determination. A force that, at the moment, was demanding he throw Allie over his shoulder and run the hell out of the ballpark with her, therefore shielding her from everyone’s view. It was unsettling.
When they made it to the top of the steps, she still hadn’t acknowledged that he was behind her. So when she stopped and stood among the crowd of moving people, he stopped too, and just watched. He could see she had dropped her head to her chest and heaved a sigh. Pausing like that, he watched as she shook her head at nobody in particular, before picking it back up and making her way to the vendor lines.
He decided to wait a few extra moments before joining her, and again got to see all sorts of leering eyes scanning her from head to toe. This, of course, only pushed him to join her in line sooner rather than later. As he walked up, he fought back the need to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her against him, which would not only show claim and hopefully deter the looks, but offer the comfort it appeared like she needed at the moment. Leaning into her shoulder, he gave her a small nudge, letting her know he was there, and
This was going to be a long drive , she thought as Mike asked, “Ready to go?”
She wasn’t about to trust her voice, so a nod was the best he would get. Her heart rate was climbing, and her chest felt heavy as she tried to breathe. But this wasn’t a panic attack. Nope. It was undeniable arousal as she felt his hand slide away from the belt he had just secured. His fingers grazed her bare thigh, just below the hem of her shorts as they made their way back to his personal space.
His fingers left a trail a goose bumps in their wake, and she had trouble fighting the shiver that moved through her body. Certain that he felt it, she made sure to avoid eye contact with him. Lord only knew what would happen if she locked gazes with him again. She noticed he had to shift his body slightly to get into a comfortable position to drive. She paid particular attention to the fact that he was shifting a very specific area, and she smiled at the fact that he was uncomfortable, too. He started the truck, and they were finally all on their way.
CHAPTER EIGHT
MIKE was trying to figure out what he had done in a past life to endure the hell he was in now. They were having a good time, enjoying the game, since the Padres seemed have brought their A-game. During the third inning, Allie announced that she wanted another beer then made her way toward the concession stands. Well, since it was his turn to buy a round, he thought it necessary for him to follow. Big mistake. Huge actually, since this was when he felt his slow ascension to hell begin.
He wasn’t too far behind Allie as they climbed the stairs; he didn’t think she even realized he was coming, too. He was happily trailing along behind her when he noticed the looks . Looks that Allie was getting from practically every man, from their row to the top. Make that all of the men were looking, checking her out. And there were a lot of seats, since they were in the first row of their section. Mike wasn’t sure how Jake got the tickets, but they were great seats, except for the fact that it allowed every Y-chromosome from row one through thirty-something the ability to leer at the object of his desire. On second thought, make that his affection. Allie was more than a desire.
He wanted so badly to demand all men avert their eyes from her direction. Jealousy was a strong emotion Mike hadn’t felt in a really long time, and he wasn’t sure it was entirely welcome. Feeling that kind of emotion for another person, who may not have an inkling of those same feelings for him, sucked. It opened him up to all sorts of disappointment. It made him vulnerable and left him feeling exposed.
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to ignore how he lit up inside every time she was around was the only reason he put himself out there. It was a force, driving him with determination. A force that, at the moment, was demanding he throw Allie over his shoulder and run the hell out of the ballpark with her, therefore shielding her from everyone’s view. It was unsettling.
When they made it to the top of the steps, she still hadn’t acknowledged that he was behind her. So when she stopped and stood among the crowd of moving people, he stopped too, and just watched. He could see she had dropped her head to her chest and heaved a sigh. Pausing like that, he watched as she shook her head at nobody in particular, before picking it back up and making her way to the vendor lines.
He decided to wait a few extra moments before joining her, and again got to see all sorts of leering eyes scanning her from head to toe. This, of course, only pushed him to join her in line sooner rather than later. As he walked up, he fought back the need to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her against him, which would not only show claim and hopefully deter the looks, but offer the comfort it appeared like she needed at the moment. Leaning into her shoulder, he gave her a small nudge, letting her know he was there, and
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