Page 7 of So This Is War
“Uh-huh, and what would that be?”
“Why would I tell you my pickup line? I’m not even sure I want you to hear it. It’s pretty strong. I don’t need you getting all clingy on me when I’m still assessing you.”
“Assessing me?” I ask, amused by his honesty.
“Yes,” he replies. “Who’s to say that I would even want you?”
I analyze him for a moment. “From the way your gaze is straining to stay north, I’m pretty sure there’s some want coming from your end.”
“Straining seems like an intense way to put it.”
“Because your eyes are twitching. Go ahead, just take a look. I know you want to.”
“I’m better than that.”
I chuckle. “You are, are you? So if I were to, I don’t know, drag my hand down the center of my chest, you wouldn’t follow it?”
“Nope,” he says, leaning back and taking a sip of his drink. “I’m not that easy. I like a challenge, and that shirt challenged me from a mile away.”
“Is that why you came over here?”
“I came over here because I was thirsty.”
“Thirsty for what?” I ask with a smirk as I lean toward him. “Water . . . or something else?”
He casually wets his lips, and it is single-handedly one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed.
“Maybe a little bit of both.” He holds his hand out to me. “I’m Levi.”
I take his hand, sliding our palms together and reveling in the feel of how large his hand is compared to mine. A hand that I know handles a hockey stick with precision and grace. A hand that so easily can switch from playing a sport to creating a bloodbath on the ice.
“Nice to meet you, Levi,” I answer, then pull away before I find myself running the tips of my fingers over his wrist. It’s a seduction technique I’ve used plenty of times.
“And you are?” he asks, dragging it out.
“Unavailable,” I say before taking another sip of my drink.
His brow falls. “Unavailable as in . . . you have a boyfriend, girlfriend, married?”
“Unavailable for someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” he asks, sitting taller while pointing at his chest. I can see the spark in his eye, the feeling of being challenged once again pulsing through his veins, hence why Itold him I was unavailable. Nothing like spoon-feeding a man in order to get him to fall right where I want him . . . in my bed.
Because, oh my God, a night with Levi Posey would be a dream come true.
“Yes, someone like you.”
He fully faces me now so our knees knock together. “And what is so wrong with someone like me?”
“For one, you’re drinking water at a bar, which means you’re here for one thing and one thing only, to pick up a girl. Second, you refuse to look at my cleavage even though I know you want to. If you were a more confident man, you would have stolen at least three glances by now. And third, you’re far too good-looking.”
The last reason puts a smile on his face as he leans in closer to me. “Understandable. But I think you’re judging me wrongly. Sure, I came down here to hook up. I’m not going to lie about that. I want to fuck tonight, and I see no problem in wanting to find someone compatible. Second, I’ve glanced at your delicious tits four times. Each time I’ve looked, you were looking away. To prove it, you’re not wearing a bra right now, and I know that not because of the obvious split down your shirt but because both your nipples are pebbling against the thin gold fabric barely being held together by a string.” That just made them harder. “And last, can’t help that I’m hot, babe. God was generous with this bone structure.” He flashes me a devilish smile. “Only question is, are you willing to give me a chance?”
No wonder the man is known as the player on the team. If he addresses all women like this, there’s no question they’re falling at his feet.
I mull over his proposition for a moment, wanting him to sweat it out before saying, “Maybe we can move over to one of those couches and talk some more.”
He devilishly smirks. “I love talking.” He stands from his chair and, with one hand, carries his drink. He takes my hand with the other, helping me down from the chair. Together, we weave through the dining area, eyes watching us until we reach a more private couch with a high back tucked into the corner of the room. I take a seat first, and when he sits down next to me, he leaves no room between us.
