Page 22 of Army
As Army kicked off his boots and plopped his feet up on the coffee table, excitement surged through him. It was a new sensation for him in regard to a woman. The only time he felt that way with women was when they were fucking, but then again, that was the way men were wired.
Army:We still going dancing?
Taylor:Yeah. It was my idea about dinner. Cool?
Army grinned.
Army:Sure. I’m @ ur place now.
Taylor:I’ll be home from the gym in an hr.
Army wanted to ask if the sexy fighter was at the gym, but he put down his phone instead, then went into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers. Settling back on the couch, he stared at the big-ass TV screen in front of him; it almost took up the entire room. Army took a swig of beer and leaned back against the cushions.
Army hated to admit it, but he was looking forward to seeing Stiletto. He didn’t even know what it was about her that had struck him so forcefully that night at the fights, but he’d been thrown off balance when he’d first seen her.It was her eyes that drew me in, and after that, it was all her.There was something about the way she’d walked to the middle of the ring, the sexy tilt of her chin, which seemed to exude confidence, and the way she moved in a sensual yet violently charged dance that ensnared him. Afterward, when he saw her in those fuck-me heels and wickedly tight dress with her hair falling over her shoulders, he knew he had to have her.But she acted like she wasn’t interested.He snorted.Bullshit. You’re not fooling me.The light flush that had spread up her neck when their eyes met, along with the way she’d gasped from his touch outside the restaurant after that crazy spark had passed between them, confirmed what he already knew—she wanted him as bad as he wanted her.
“If you want me to chase you,sweetheart, the hunt’s on,” Army said under his breath.
He interlaced his fingers behind his head and stretched back, a slow smile spreading over his face. He hadn’t had this much fun with a woman in a very long time.
