Adrenaline (Speed Series Book 2)(44)

He lifted his eyebrows as if I just gave him an invite back to my room. “You are for sure not from Waco; I’d remember such a beautiful woman.”

Ugh. Cheesy line.

“Dallas. I’m a physical therapist.”

“Oh. Are you helping Malcolm after his accident?”

I brought the wine glass up to my lips and nodded. I was ready for Jeremy to move on.

My eyes scanned around as I searched for Malcolm.

My breath caught in my throat when I found him. He was standing with a group of people as he listened very intently to an older man talking. I couldn’t help but notice how the woman standing next to him kept touching his arm every time she laughed. She looked to be at least ten years older than me.

“Would you like to dance?” Jeremy asked.

I pulled my eyes off of Malcolm and focused back on him. “Oh, no thank you. Not right now, maybe in a bit.”

He looked disappointed but perked up when I said maybe later. “Well, I’ll hold you to it, Paislie.”

My eyes drifted back over to Malcolm and anger seethed through my body. He had his hand on the woman’s lower back as he threw his head back and laughed.

Jeremy was about to walk off when I reached for his arm. “I’m sorry I was distracted for a moment. So, tell me what you do.”

The crooked smile did nothing for me, but I continued to stand there and talk to him. He was an accountant . . . boring . . . lived for hunting . . . yuck . . . could reel in a bass the size of Texas . . . whatever that meant . . . and was single. That one he told me at least four times over our conversation.

When I took a chance to look back over to where Malcolm was standing, he was gone. The older lady was still there and this time she had her arm around the older gentleman. When they kissed lovingly, I shook my head. I needed to get my insecurities in check.

“So, how about that dance now?”

Shit.

“Sorry, Jer. This one is with me.”

The moment his arm wrapped around my waist, goose bumps spread over my body. The zip that raced through my veins caught me off guard. When Malcolm leaned over, his lips grazed my neck and my entire body shuttered. His mouth moved to my ear where he whispered, “Did he touch you at all?”

Wait. What?

Interesting. A possessive Malcolm . . . I could get used to this.

“No, all is good,” I softly spoke.

When his lips moved lightly on the skin under my ear, I shivered. Slowly moving his lips back up he whispered, “You look beautiful. So f*cking beautiful. You stole my breath when I saw you.”

I turned and looked at him as he pulled back and looked at his friend. Did he have any idea how his words made my heart pound in my ears so loudly I could hardly hear around me? Or how he totally just swept me off my feet with his compliment. He doesn’t do romance. Pesh. I’m totally lost to him right now.

He stood there totally calm as he spoke with his friend while I was an absolute mess.

Not being able to help myself, I wondered what type of lover Malcolm was. He came across as sweet, but I bet he was hot as hell in bed. Did he start off slow and romantic and then move on to something fast and hard? I could see him doing both, but the fast and hard was what was making my very thin panties even wetter.

Malcolm looked down at me and smirked. “Why are you breathing so shallow, baby?”

“Shallow? No . . . definitely not shallow,” I numbly said.

His brow rose. “You’re not breathing deep, baby.”

Oh mother of God. Call me baby again, I silently pleaded.

“Deep?” I replied as I licked my lips. My eyes traveled over his body. He looked so damn good in that tux. What was the matter with me?

Malcolm’s hand moved over my hip ever so slightly. Moving the dress against my skin in a way that was driving me mad. It felt like a silk sheet rubbing over my body. I’d always wanted to have sex on satin sheets. No. I’d always wanted to f*ck on satin sheets.

I instantly pictured Malcolm over me as he moved in and out of my body.

Dear Lord, please ease this temptation.

“How long have you and Paislie known each other, Malcolm?”

Our eyes were locked and I knew he could tell I was turned on. I prayed to God he knew it was him who had me all hot and bothered, and not the jackass standing next to me.

“We met a few months back in Vegas at a race,” Malcolm said, pulling his eyes from mine. I looked down and tried to concentrate on where I was. Sophie’s birthday party. Or ball. Or the grownups ball. Whatever. There were children around and I was daydreaming of Malcolm in ways I shouldn’t be.

I wonder if Malcolm wears boxers or briefs? Or does he go commando?

Oh, for Christ’s sake Paislie. Get. It. Together.

Peeking back up at him, I looked at his handsome features. His strong jawline and soft plump lips that I wished like hell were exploring my body that very second.

Snapping my head away, I dragged in a deep breath as his grip on me tightened. His fingers dug into me and it felt like I was going to explode.

“Yes, Paislie is confident I’ll be back in a racecar soon.”

I flashed a grin to Jeremy and nodded my head. “Yep. Man . . . is it hot out here or what?”

Jeremy’s eyes looked between Malcolm and me as he took a step back. “I’m going to go see who else is here.” Turning to me, he reached his hand out for mine. When I lifted my hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed the back softly. It took everything I had not to pull it away before he touched me.