Collide (Collide #1)(75)

"Like that," she motioned to his hand resting on her back. He smiled and pulled it away. "No touching me, no undressing me with your eyes, and no doing that...that damn stupid thing with your mouth when you pull it between your teeth."

He smiled. "Does me sucking on my lip bother you that much?"

Only 'cause it's so insanely hot... "Yes. It's annoying."

He slowly dragged his bottom lip between his teeth, ending it with a luscious popping sound. "Well, the same goes for you then."

She kinked her head to the side and let out a sigh. "Such a smart ass. You've already warned me about not bringing any attention to my lips." She covered her mouth with her hand, the rest of her words coming out muffled from beneath. "Is this better?" He nodded and laughed. "But I don't look at you like I want to rip your clothes off, and surely, I don't touch you."

He shrugged casually. "Since we're being honest, you have no idea how I would love it if you touched me again."

She dropped her hand from her mouth and let it hang open for a second. "See, this is exactly what I'm talking about," she said, turning on her heel to walk away from him.

Letting out a full throaty laugh, he jogged over to her and gently grabbed her elbow. She eyed his hand. He quickly let go and smiled. "Emily, I'm just kidding with you. Come on, it's just jokes...it's who I am, really."

She cocked a brow, unable to keep the smile off her face as he stood there with an innocent boyish grin. She knew he was anything but. "If you want me to go with you today, you keep your hands to yourself, Blake. Got it? If not, I will make you pay severely for it."

"Sounds kinky," he smirked. She sighed. "However, I'm nothing but a peasant to your request of being a gentleman," he playfully bowed. "Now let's go. We need to catch the number four."

"Wait, we're taking the bus?"

"Uh, no," he laughed. "The number four's the subway."

"Oh, I thought we would drive?"

"Hell no." He took the backpack from her and tossed it over his shoulder. "We're doing this certified New York, doll."

Despite her surprise that she was actually going to spend the day with him, Emily followed, and a couple of city blocks later, they hopped onto the subway. Between a teenage couple making out as if they were at a house party, a guy in a flowered sundress talking to himself while eating Chinese food with his hands, and the mass of overly aggressive Yankees fans chanting "Let's go, Yankees," Emily was more than thrilled when they finally arrived at the stadium.

Once there, they both got something to eat. Emily ordered a hot dog and a bottle of water, and Gavin chose a bag of peanuts and a beer. He showed Emily to their seats, which happened to be right behind home plate. Gavin looked like a kid in a candy store, and Emily found it cute to see a man of such power getting so excited over being at a baseball game.

Gavin glanced at his watch as the stadium slowly started to fill. "We have some time. The game will start within thirty minutes."

Emily nodded and looked down to her phone, noticing she had a missed call from Dillon. She shifted in her seat and began to rethink what she had actually gotten herself into - now that she found herself alone with Gavin at the game. She debated whether or not to tell Dillon where she was, but before she could delve too far into her self-imposed dilemma, Gavin spoke up.

"Let's play fifty questions while we're waiting for the game to start," he popped a peanut into his mouth. "I get to go first."