on my shoulders. He casts a glance around, to make sure no one is paying attention to us, I assume, and then says, “You’re having a good time, Kins. That means, you’re mine tonight. Anything I want.”
Oh, God, that sounds so awesome. I lift my chin an inch, bringing my lips closer to his. “But I still haven’t said yes yet.”
His grin is cheeky, and playful. “Not with words, but from the way you’ve been looking at me, and copping all the feels, your body is telling a whole different story.”’
“I am not copping all the feels.” He arches a challenging brow. “Okay, much,” I say and burst out laughing with him. His eyes narrow in on me, and he touches my chin, angles my mouth, and before I even realize what’s going on, he’s kissing me one-thousand feet above the ground. Technically it’s not that high, it just feels it. But his kisses are leaving me breathless, like I am soaring into outer space. I moan into his mouth and his tongue plays with mine. Warmth bombards me, the pulse at the base of my neck climbing, and for the briefest of seconds, my stupid heart tries to get involved. But I am not allowing that. No way am I going to ruin our friendship by thinking this could be more. He’s a known player, and I am not looking for any kind of relationship when I have a business that needs all my attention. Plus, guys suck.
Oh, how you loved when Cason sucked.
He breaks away and steals another glance around. “Shit, sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Not if you want to keep this a secret.”
“We should don’t you think?” I don’t know why I’m asking that. Do I really want, or expect, him to say he wants to tell everyone what we’re doing—because this might be more?
“Yeah, I do,” he says and air leaves my lung in a hiss, leaving me feeling like a deflated balloon. Which is ridiculous! I don’t want to start anything with him, and he clearly doesn’t want to start anything with me. This is a brief Vegas affair…and what happens in Vegas. Well we all know the answer to that.
“Want to look through the viewfinder,” I say, a little upset that my thoughts went down a road they had no right going.
“Sure.”
We step up to the viewfinder, and I look through. It’s hard to concentrate on anything though, especially with Cason standing so close behind me, his pelvis area nearly pressed against my backside.
“You go,” I say.
“Nah, I’ve already seen it,” he says. He throws his arm around me. “Besides I like the view up here on the deck better.”
As his gaze moves over my face, I laugh. “How many times has that line worked for you?” I ask, even though I am a sure thing.
“Once?” he questions, an adorable grin on his face.
“No.”
“Damn, I guess I’m going to have to pull out the playbook this time, huh?”
“You better bring your A-game if you want me in your bed tonight, pal,” I say.
His cocky grin is back. “Are you sure you can handle my A-game, Kins?”
Lord, if he was playing with B-effort, then his A-game might just do me in—physically and emotionally. But I’m not about to tell him that. I want this.
I want him.
“I guess we’re going to find out,” I say.
5
Cason
I like her. A lot. I always have actually. She’s funny and sexy and I love that she came here with an open mind. I never stopped to think about how hard she works, or how many hours she spends on her truck, but she’s always behind the window cooking and serving up food. If I can help her have fun while here, then I’m all about it. When we return back home, things go back to the way they were. Kinsley doesn’t want more than this, and I’m okay with that.
As the ropes holding the hot air balloon to the ground are released, and we begin to climb, she sinks to the floor. I squat with her. “Maybe a drink will help,” I say and lift one of the bottles of champagne provided. The others are all looking over the edge, but Kinsley is looking a little pale.
“Liquid courage. I think that’s exactly what’s needed,” she says. I grin, pop the cork and give her a generous amount. She sips it, and when it’s gone, she holds her glass out for another. “You don’t have to be down here