More of Us ( A Love You More Rock Star Romance #3) - Laura Pavlov Page 0,20
on his dashboard. “Is the heat on?”
He laughed. “Nope. The AC’s on high.”
I put the window all the way down and pushed my head outside for more air. Being in these close quarters with him had all my alarm bells going off. We were on the freeway and my hair was whipping all over the place. But he was too close. It was too much. And I’d just gotten here. I squeezed my eyes closed and thought about the day I woke up on the floor in the hotel room. I reminded myself that I needed to yield where Cruz was concerned. I couldn’t rely on blind faith anymore.
He tugged at my hand and laughed, shouting over the wind thrashing through the interior, “Get in here. What are you doing?”
“Sorry. They didn’t have a lot of wind in Honduras. I missed it.”
He chuckled before pulling in front of the firehouse and turning to face me. A sexy smile spread across his face as his gaze zoned in on my chest. I looked down to see what he was staring at. And oh my. My body really was reacting to his nearness. Betraying me like a married man in a whore house. Let’s just say someone had her headlights on—scratch that. I had my floodlights on full beam, and my fitted white T-shirt did nothing to help the situation. I used both hands to cover my boobs and bit down hard on my bottom lip. Jesus. I was not prepared for this.
“Did you get new nipples in Honduras?” He laughed.
I buried my face in my hands. “Friends don’t talk about nipples, Winslow.”
“Friends don’t get hard nipples when they see one another either, More Jade.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. My body is adapting to a new climate.”
He stepped out of the car and came around and opened my door. “Is that so?”
“It is so.”
“Okay, well I’d turn the headlights off before we go inside and see your father.” He stared down at me with a playful smirk.
“What? How am I supposed to turn them off?”
“Don’t ask me. I’m pretty fucking sure I’m the guy who turned them on.” He reached for my hand and helped me out of the car.
“You are not. I turned them on. And I can turn them off.” I pulled the neck of my shirt away from my body and blew down toward my chest with a few huffs. Maybe they just needed to cool down.
“I don’t think that’s going to do it. They seem to like that.” He zeroed in on my boobs again, and I started sweating profusely.
“Stop looking at them,” I hissed.
“You want me to help you out? Maybe I could top you off or something? Get the girls to calm down?” He leaned forward, invading my space. His warm breath tickled my cheeks. His lips so close to mine I had to close my eyes in order to focus.
“No,” I said, pushing him away from me.
He rested his back against the car and crossed his legs at the ankles while he stared at me with a teasing grin on his face. “Let me know if I can be of service.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Oh my gosh. Please stop talking for a minute.”
I looked down at my chest and then back at Cruz and he wriggled his brows. I shook my head. “Stop looking at me, too. Close your eyes for a minute.”
He closed his beautiful honey brown eyes and chuckled. “Does Dick make your nipples hard when he looks at you?”
Unfortunately, no.
Dick doesn’t do much for me.
“Absolutely. It’s a new thing for me. They respond to everyone. Okay, you can open now, it’s all under control.”
“Sure, it is.”
He grabbed my hand to lead me inside and I yanked it away. I was fairly certain that’s what started this whole nipple-gate and I didn’t need to walk into the firehouse with my headlights on. He just chuckled beside me and held the door open.