Bang (Blast Brothers #2) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,45
other way, but when it came to females, I was only interested in the willing. And from the current look in Cami's eyes, she'd rather kiss a cobra than get anywhere near me.
Good.
I shrugged. "Alright." As I strode through the open doorway, I said, "But I'm warning you…."
She backed up to make room. "Of what?"
Once again, the thing I'd been planning to say died on my lips. I'd been planning to tell her that she needed to make it quick. But instead, the thing that came out of my mouth was, "If we get locked in…"
"Yeah?"
I almost smiled. "The cereal's mine."
Damn it.
It wasn't just a joke. It was a corny joke. And I hadn't made one of those since grade school.
Oh, yeah. I was in trouble, alright.
And maybe, so was she.
Chapter 28
Cami
As I stared up at him, I almost wanted to snicker. "Was that a joke?"
With an expression that I couldn’t quite decipher, he asked, "What do you think?"
I reached past him and shut the pantry door firmly behind us. "There is no lock so you must be joking."
His lips twitched, and he looked dangerously close to smiling. "Me? Nah."
I hadn't flicked on the pantry light, because I hadn't needed to. The pantry, like the kitchen, was equipped with low-level lighting of the motion sensor variety.
The light wasn't much brighter than candlelight, but it was still just enough to catch the amusement in Mason's eyes when I told him, "Either that, or you're crazy."
In a low voice, he said, "Am I?"
My pulse quickened. He was definitely something.
By now, I was pretty sure I was molesting him with my eyes. Trying to salvage some dignity, I broke eye-contact and glanced around the pantry.
As far as pantries went, it was shockingly clean and organized. It had nothing on the floor – no stacks of cans or stray water bottles. The entire space was clean and tidy, with food arranged on the shelves according to its type – soup in one section, pasta in another, cereal to my right.
On impulse, I grabbed a box of oat puffs and shoved it toward him. "Here."
He looked down at the box, but made no move to take it. "What's that for?"
With a smug smile, I said, "Cereal. So you don't starve."
"What, no cannibalism?"
"Well, you're not gonna eat me, that's for sure."
I froze. Oh, God. That came out so very wrong. And judging from Mason's expression, the double meaning hadn't escaped him.
Talk about embarrassing.
His voice was quiet in the near darkness. "You sure about that?"
I felt myself swallow. "Pretty sure."
Good grief. What was I saying?
His gaze grew speculative. "Uh-huh."
Dang it. He was standing so close, I swear, I could feel the energy pulsing between us, fueling my fantasies of catching him alone.
And now we were alone, which meant that I'd be smart to get out of here fast, before I did something truly asinine – like hurtle myself into his arms and beg for him to take me, right here in the pantry.
How humiliating would that be?
Almost too late, I recalled my reason for insisting on privacy. Lunk-blaster. He'd wanted to know what it meant. And if I didn't tell him soon and get the heck out of here, I was in serious danger of forgetting myself.
In a near panic, I whispered, "It's a mother-fucker, okay?" My hands flew to my mouth. "Shit! I mean, shoot!" I almost groaned out loud. "This is all your fault, you know."
With obvious amusement, he said, "Is it?"
"Yes, because I meant to spell it out, not blurt it out. And, as we've already established, you're the only person I curse around."
"So you say."
"What, you think I’m lying?"
His gaze held mine, and his voice softened. "I don't know what you're doing."
At something in his tone, I gave a hard swallow. "What does that mean?"
"Don't ask."
"Oh, I’m asking."
Once again, his gaze dipped to my lips. "Why?"
"Because I want to know."
"Trust me," he said. "You don't."
As he spoke, something in his gaze made my knees go just a little wobbly. My pulse jumped, and my body warmed. Did he have any idea what he was doing to me?
Or the things I wanted him to do to me?
Oh, boy.
He was so achingly close that I was finding it hard to breathe – not because we were in a confined space, but rather because lately, he was always having that effect on me.
By now, I was so disoriented, I could hardly think. Adding to my confusion, something about this seemed oddly familiar.