Best Man with Benefits (Wedding Dare, #4, McCade Brothers, #3)(39)
He laid her across the white sheets, stepping back to soak in the sight of her—arms flung out above her head, ankles crossed and knees drawn up. Naked, except for the black bra not quite containing her breasts. Dark, dazed eyes gazed at him from half-lowered lids. Her full lips trembled apart. “I’m still mad at you,” she whispered.
“Uh-oh. Better get rid of this.” He undid his belt, slid it from around his waist and let it drop to the floor. It was hard to make jokes with the scent of her teasing his brain, the taste of her coating his tongue, and his need for her creating an unholy pressure between his legs, but he thought he pulled it off.
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not funny.”
“Oh, come on.” He aimed a grin at her and went to work on his shirt buttons. “That was a little bit funny.”
She tugged her bra into place and then propped herself up on her elbows. “No. You’re not funny, and you’re not charming. You’re just a…a no-good player, plain and simple. I can’t believe I ever had a crush on…” Her voice trailed off and she blushed all the way from the roots of her hair to the center of her chest.
“You had a crush on me?” Smiling, he shrugged his shirt off and reached for his fly.
“I’m over it. Keep your pants on, player, I’m not staying.” She sat up and made a move to scramble off the bed. He tugged his pants and briefs off, and then caught her ankle, preventing her escape.
“Before you rush off and slam the door in my face, want to tell me why I’m a ‘no-good player’ as you put it?”
If looks could kill, the one she shot him would have wiped out his entire family tree. She blew the hair out of her face and said, “You know why. I’m not blind, or stupid. I saw you with Regan tonight. You had your hands all over her—”
“It was a dance lesson. We were dancing.”
“She had her lips all over you, and…and…this is ridiculous. I’m done. Let me go.”
She tugged at the ankle he still held captive. When he didn’t let go, she crossed her arms over her chest and stared past him, looking so jealous and miserable he wanted to cuddle her, and then kiss her, and then… But he wanted to put this particular insecurity to rest first. It’s not that he didn’t have some sympathy. He’d experienced a flash of jealousy seeing her dance with Brock tonight, but he’d gotten over it as soon as she’d shown up at his door. He’d had his hands and mouth all over her, and she still doubted him.
“She kissed me on the cheek, Sophie, and it was nothing but friendly.”
Her eyes zipped back to his. “Bull. She picked you from the start.”
His confusion over that comment must have shown on his face, because she rolled her eyes and continued, “The bridesmaids’ bet, remember? You couldn’t find your room key after the dinner at Spago, and I told you about the bet? Regan was the one aiming to bag the best man. Well, no actually, at that point it was Julie, but then the morning of the scavenger hunt things shuffled and Regan called dibs—”
“Jesus.” He let go of her ankle and dropped down beside her on the bed. “I’ve been passed around like a canapé.”
“My point is, her interest in you goes way beyond friendly and I’m not so naive I don’t know it. She wants you. And you know what? That’s fine—inevitable, really. I always knew you’d end up with a girl like Regan, so go tango with her. No hard feelings. But stop paying attention to me, and flirting with me, and”—she made a vague gesture toward her lap—“all the rest of it.”
“By which you mean the”—he lowered his voice dramatically—“S-E-X?”
Her eyes flashed. “Don’t you dare laugh at me. What you’re doing isn’t amusing. It’s mean, and unfair, and you have to stop because otherwise, I’m not going to be able to keep myself from…from…” She shook her head and clamped her mouth shut, but her chin trembled.
“I’m not laughing,” he said firmly, and steeled himself to stand tough in the face of her tears, because if she figured any part of what he had to say stemmed from a desire to make her stop crying, she’d never truly believe the words. “Maybe you’re not naive, but you’re sure as hell blind.”
Her wide, wounded eyes filled with indignation.
“That’s right. You’re blind if you honestly can’t see that I don’t want Regan. Or Julie or Christine, for that matter. None of them interest me, and to make that sound less self-centered, I’ll hazard to guess I don’t rank very high on their lists of interests either, despite the damn bridesmaid pact. There’s only one woman who interests me. Only one woman I want. And she’s the only one I’ve been paying attention to, and flirting with, and all the rest of it. But if you can’t see that, and you can’t trust me, and you really believe I’m just a no-good player, then I’ve been wasting my time. Not to mention setting myself up for a shitload of disappointment, because without trust, we’re just f*cking around. You might as well have dealt yourself in on the bridesmaid games, called dibs on me, and walked away with the win at the end of this week.”
Sophie closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek. “I want to trust. I want to believe, but Logan, you didn’t even notice me that first night at the bachelorette party, and then, the next evening, you’re suddenly standing in the lobby like my knight in shining armor, dragging me to dinner, sticking by my side. I guess a part of me can’t fathom how I went from invisible to so dang interesting overnight.”