Summer Breeze Kisses - Addison Moore Page 0,34

puts the Game Hut to shame.”

We head out the door and into the brisk night air—just Izzy and me. The way it’s supposed to be.

Iz follows me over to the apartment in her car. I’ve already called in the food, and the delivery guy shows up right as we hit the door.

“Good timing.” I pull out my wallet, but Izzy insists on paying. No matter how hard I protest she covers the bill.

“I owe you dinner,” I say as we get the food and head on in. “Somewhere nice—other than here.”

“I’m good with here.”

“So, you want to talk about tonight’s misadventure?”

“I’d rather not.” She taps the sofa. “You mind?”

“Go right ahead.” I start up a fire before landing myself next to her. We divvy up the boxes and dive right in with our plastic flatware, our fortune cookies already on the floor.

“Sorry about pulling you away from the bar.” She bows into her food and bats those long, dark lashes in my direction.

Hell, I’d give up the bars to be here with Izzy, not that my father didn’t already beat me to the punch.

“You didn’t. I volunteered.”

“I dreamed about you last night.” Her cheeks darken with color.

Hot damn. Izzy just said the words I never knew I wanted to hear.

“I guess that makes me the man of your dreams, kitten. Was it PG?” I dig my fork in my noodles trying not to let onto the fact my balls just incited a riot.

“It was very much PG.” She tilts her head at the thought of me implying it was anything but. “We were playing video games. I beat you, by the way.”

“Did you?” I set my plate down on the coffee table and fire up the tube. “I’ve got a hundred bucks that says you won’t.”

“I accept. But be warned, I’m on a roll. Hundred dollar bills are practically flying into my hands tonight.”

“Game on.” I flip a controller her way and dig another one out from under the couch. “Zombie Assault. I’ll make things easy on you and go for best out of five.”

“Easy on me, huh?” Her brows peak into her smooth forehead. Her milk-white teeth graze over her lips in amusement.

I offer a brief rundown of the rules, and we go at it for the next hour and a half.

“Crap,” I mutter as I watch myself get eaten by yet another member of the undead. “You’re pretty good at this.”

“Who knew?” Izzy places her controller on the coffee table, and I do the same. “That was fun. You make me feel good, Holt. Before I was just existing, but now I’m living. Every part of me feels alive around you.” She clamps her lips shut tight as if the words slipped out without her permission. “I’d better get going.” Her lids lower as she eyes the door, but her body is slow to get with the idea.

“You got another hot date?” I hold back a grin. “Maybe a chiropractor this time? Someone ready and willing to jump on your back for a while?”

She belts out a laugh, arching her long, pale neck, and it takes everything in me not to lean in and kiss it. Izzy is a work of art that’s come to life. I’ve always thought so, but on a night like tonight when she’s just inches away, it makes me want to verify it by way of my mouth.

“You wish.” She leans back and closes her eyes a moment. “Come to think of it, a man who knows how to ease the tension in my aching muscles doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.”

Crap.

“I can do that,” I offer.

Her eyes spring open.

“I give a mean massage.” I might be lying, but, just in case I’m not, I threw it out there.

Her mouth falls open. That smile she’s been wearing all night glides right off. Her chest rises and falls as her gaze meets up with mine.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, cowboy.” Her eyes hook into mine. We stay that way for a minute without a breath exchanged between us.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” She perks to life, adjusting her back to me, and pulling her hair to the side.

I place my hands over her shoulders and soak in the sensation. A current travels up my arms as I close my eyes and memorize the feeling. Izzy is warm and soft and everything I thought she would be. I start in slow, digging my fingers into her flesh ever so gently, and she sways, moaning as I increase