Part 16 (1/2)
He crossed his arms. ”I'm not just some dumb hockey jerk. I have a few skills. Like knowing the right wine to go with-”
”Pepperoni and sausage pizza.”
He held up the bottle. ”A smooth Jacob's Creek Cabernet.”
”Oh. Australian. I'm impressed.”
He poured the red into their gla.s.ses and handed her one. She inhaled the wine, then took a sip.
”Good choice. And you're right. Perfect for pizza. But you still don't strike me as a wine guy.”
”Now what fun would I be if I was predictable?”
She walked out into the living room and he followed.
”I might have to rethink my labeling of you.”
”Does that mean you have me all figured out now?”
She laughed. ”Not a chance.”
She took a seat on the sofa, and he sat next to her. ”Good. Hopefully I'll keep you guessing.”
”You'd be the first.”
”How about the guy the other night? The whiskey guy? Did you have him figured out?”
”I thought I did, but then he saw you guys and became a fan boy, and that was the end of him.”
”All because he likes hockey?”
”No. There was no spark between us.”
He leaned over and played with a lock of her hair. ”That spark's important to you, isn't it?”
”Chemistry is important. There's no point in spending time with someone if you don't have it.”
”True. So that's why I'm here? The undeniable chemistry you have with me?”
She lifted her gaze to his. ”Something like that.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips to hers. She moved forward, balanced her winegla.s.s in one hand, and laid her other hand against his chest.
His heartbeat sped up when she kissed him back.
Yeah, that chemistry between them was a h.e.l.l of a thing. He'd never been in a drought where women were concerned, but lately he hadn't been interested enough in anyone else to even take a second look. Not since Jenna. There was something about her that was his primary focus. Maybe he had a few of his own demons to demolish.
He cupped the back of her neck and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue in to taste her.
Wine and peppermint, a heady combination that made his c.o.c.k tighten. His body heated. He wanted to pull her on top of him and take off her clothes.
He pulled away only long enough to take the winegla.s.s out of her hand and put it on the table. She swept her tongue across her bottom lip and pulled her legs up on the sofa.
”Shouldn't we wait for the pizza guy?”
He arched a brow. ”Why? Do you have some three-way p.o.r.n fantasy involving the pizza guy? Is that why I'm really here tonight?”
She tilted her head back and laughed hard. ”Isn't that a man's fantasy? The whole menage thing?”
He gave her a hard stare. ”I don't share.”
”Good to know. I'm not much into sharing, either.”
”Good. Now that we got that settled...”
He reached for her, but the doorbell rang.
Too bad.
Jenna slipped off the sofa, but he beat her to the door and paid the pizza delivery girl, who obviously recognized him.
”You're Tyler Anderson. I love hockey. I'm a big fan.”
”Thanks a lot.” He winked at her, tipped her ten bucks, which made her eyes widen, then carried the pizza into the kitchen.
”Oh, that smells good.” Jenna set out plates and they piled on the pizza.
”I have a couple movies we could watch.”
”Oh, yeah? What kind of movies?”
”Fantasy, action, romance, horror.”
”I like any of them.”
She c.o.c.ked her head to the side. ”You'd watch a romantic comedy.”
”I like to be entertained. Whichever one you pick will be fine, as long as it doesn't suck.”
She grabbed her plate and the bottle of wine and they headed into the living room. ”The pressure's on now.”
”What pressure?”
”To pick a movie that doesn't suck.”
He grabbed a slice of pizza, then put his feet up on the table. ”I'm pretty easy to please, Jenna. Just put a movie in and I'll like it.”
”Okay.” She got up, slid a DVD in, and pressed play.
It was a horror movie.