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The worst part is, he’s right.
I pull back enough to glare at him. “You don’t believe me.”
He takes his water from the bartender and drinks without breaking eye contact.
“Nope.”
The honesty catches me off guard.
“You are so fucking arrogant.”
“And you’re making rules three hours after climbing into my bed.” He lowers the bottle. “Feels a little early to call the game, Mama.”
“It is not a game.”
“Good.”
Something about the way he says it kills the next insult sitting on my tongue.
He’s still amused, but there’s something else in his eyes now. Something a little too serious for a conversation about this meaning nothing.
I look away first.
Bad idea.
Because my eyes land right on his mouth, and my body remembers exactly what it can do.
I wanted him before, but at least then I could pretend it was just curiosity.
Now I know better.
I know what he sounds like when the jokes stop. I know what his hands feel like when he’s done teasing. I know what it feels like when all that restless energy is focused completely on me.
Ay, coño.
The want is so much worse now.
One time was supposed to get him out of my system.
Instead, it gave my body proof how good he could make it feel.
“Amazing set.”
The new voice cuts through the moment.
I turn and find James standing beside me, smiling wide like he’s been waiting for a chance to get over here. He opens one arm, and before I can decide whether we’re hugging now, he pulls me in.
“Seriously,” he says near my ear. “You killed it.”
“Thank you.” I laugh, hugging him back quickly before stepping away. “The crowd was good tonight.”
“The crowd was good because you knew exactly what to do with them.” His hand lingers at my waist for half a second too long. “That second half especially. The Latin transition into the darker house track was fucking clean.”
A little spark of pride lights in my chest.
“Thank you. I rebuilt that transition about twenty times.”
“Worth every second.” His eyes move over me, not subtle enough to miss. “You looked good doing it too.”
