I need.
“Taking a break already?” Theo asks from the doorway. “Afraid to break a sweat, Cavenaugh?”
Surprised by his sudden presence, I let out a quiet gasp. His dark, deeply set eyebrows looming over his hazel eyes always have a way of turning my insides to pudding. I’m not usually one to fall for a guy with a military-like haircut, and I really don’t get why Theo keeps it up considering he’s moved on from the Marines to the entertainment world. Still his sculpted mouth and sharp jaw highlighting his square face makes the look actually rather fitting.
When I saw him standing on the steps to the brownstone my first day in the city, I thought Jewels and Adam had changed their mind about hiring a moving company, because he’s so well built that I’m sure he could move a couch with the strength of his pinky. Then I realized he’s the guy I’d seen in pictures with Jewels and Adam from their trip to New York at the beginning of summer. The fact that he can volley back and forth with me without batting his dark eyelashes makes him even hotter. I’ve always considered it to be a good sign of character when a guy can keep up with my sarcasm.
I sigh under my breath. Why is my best friend always surrounded by crazy hot guys? I mean, I get that she’s a natural knockout, and she’s fun to hang around because she’s funny and sincerely cares about her friends. I get that hot guys are naturally drawn to her, but the sight of Theo’s bulging muscular arms does things to my sexual desires that should be considered indecent in public. Jewels told me she once “caught” him naked, and said that his entire body could be declared a national treasure. I lick my lips when I try to picture whatever it was that she saw.
Theo regards me with the same hot desire, one of his dark eyebrows raised. “You okay? You need...something?”
Although we’ve been alone for a minute or two before, I’m hyper-aware that we’re standing in the romantic backyard Adam created for Jewels. The private ,romantic backyard where anything could happen, and the neighbors wouldn’t see. Feeling an excited pang down below, I shift my legs.
Theo’s exactly the kind of guy I should be avoiding: the self-absorbed type who works out for show, and goes through women the way I once went through men—enjoy and discard. The last time I fell for someone like him, it started the downward spiral that landed me here.
I’m not here to have sex. I’m not here to have sex. I’m not here to have sex.
Yeah, right. No matter how many times I chant the mantra, I can’t shake the image of mounting the insanely hot, former soldier-turned-television producer. The Marine Corps symbol tattooed on his calf muscle makes me wonder if there are more tattoos on his body that I could explore. With my tongue.
“Don’t you have some cars to bench or something?” I ask, irritated by his relentless ability to turn me on.
He grins, his eyes smoldering. “Sweetheart, I could bench you if you want.”
I lick my lips again, feeling the onset of a panic attack. This is new, incredibly dangerous territory. I’m well accustomed to guys wanting to get it on with me, even some who were as delicious as Theo, but those days are over. So how in the hell do I say no to an offer like that?
“What makes you think I’d be interested in such a thing?” I retort, my voice sounding the exact opposite of confident.
Theo strides across the patio toward me, his grin growing wider. My eyes flicker down to his shorts to discover his grin isn’t the only thing enlarged. “Because I see the way your body responds to mine.” He stops, tilting my chin up with his sausage-like finger. My skin flushes expectantly with his touch. “And I see the way those gorgeous brown eyes size me up.”
“There’s an awful lot of you to... size .” I attempt to swallow, but fail miserable. It feels as if a bonfire has been set inside of me. Holy shit, I want to do things to this hottie