The crowd seems to part, and I spot Laney with a group of friends. She sees me, face lighting up with joy. Despite the fact we live in the same city, we don’t get to see each other as often as we like. She’s busy with school and her friends, and I’m busy with work and my friends.
She comes flying at me, causing Cage to release my hand just before she slams into me, arms wrapping around my neck in a stranglehold. I squeeze her back around the waist even tighter, and no words need to be said. We love each other and miss each other even more.
When we finally break apart, I reach out toward Cage. Nabbing his arm, I pull him closer. “Laney… this is Cage.”
Laney finally stops to take him in, her eyes going wide. She’s seeing what I saw the first time in the bar. An exceptionally hot man—the type who makes most women turn for a second look when he walks by. Laney, not being as tactful as I am in all my five years of seniority, checks him out unabashedly, running her gaze down and then up again.
“Damn, Jaime,” she drawls, giving an appreciative nod as she stares at Cage. “You weren’t exaggerating.”
“Oh my God…” I gasp, then punch my sister in the arm, and not lightly either. I can’t believe she just said that.
“Exaggerating what?” Cage inquires, turning to me with one eyebrow cocked and an amused expression.
“Nothing,” I say, the urgency of my reply hopefully conveying to my sister to shut the hell up.
She’s such a little shit, though, and is enjoying the moment. She leans in toward Cage, almost conspiratorially, and whispers, “She merely said you were smoking hot.”
Oh, I said a lot more than that. Ever since she became sexually active, we’ve shared more of the intimate details of our love lives with each other, so I’m okay if she leaves it at “hot.”
“I bet she said more,” Cage says with a sly grin leveled right at my sister. A charming smile with dimples that he hopes will sway Laney to spill all.
My racing pulse calms when Laney shakes her head. “Sorry, dude… that’s all you get. Sisters have a pact of secrecy we take very seriously.”
Cage gives an almost respectful bow, inclining his head. “I can respect those boundaries.”
Then he leans over, puts his mouth right up against my ear, and rumbles, “I bet I can torture it out of you later.”
A full spinal shiver runs from bottom to top, leaving my skin tingling. I bet he could get it out of me. When he told me at the restaurant last night that he wanted to eat me, I thought he was just being cliché. Like, “I could just eat you up.”
What he really meant was he wanted to spend a long and glorious time with his mouth between my legs—something my ex hated doing, although he didn’t mind me going down on him, something I enjoy doing.
At least that’s another way in which Cage and I are compatible. We both like oral, and I intend to reciprocate tonight.
Assuming he wants to do something after the game. We haven’t talked about it, and I’m trying to play things loose and casual. I mean… this feels casual.
Somewhat.
But part of this feels cataclysmic.
Cage is a force. Something I’ve never experienced before. He takes control, but not in a patronizing way. He says what’s on his mind, which I find to be refreshing. He listens as if my words are music to his ears.
And the way he looks at me?
I can’t even describe it because it’s a new experience for me. I just know it has my heart hammering. My silly romantic nature has me wishing this will turn into something far more than loose and casual.
It has me wondering if this guy has come into my life for an important reason.
Granted, it’s only been three days since we met, but the connection is unlike anything I’ve felt before. We seem to just mesh on all levels—intellectually, mentally, sexually. There’s not one thing I dislike about him, except maybe for the fact he lives with three male roommates and proclaimed I would never want to step foot in that apartment.
But that’s fine with me.
My place is perfect, and I don’t have roommates.
I blink back to awareness, realizing I had just gotten lost in my thoughts, to find Cage and Laney carrying on an easy conversation. Actually, she’s giving him