Extraits

“Holy shit,” I hear a familiar male voice mutter.

I turn my face to the voice in horror. “What are you doing here?”

I quickly look for something to cover my body with, and finding nothing, I run back to my room and quickly get dressed, my face burning with total mortification. God, he would have seen my ass jiggling on my exit too. How am I going to face him? Stepping out of the room, I walk up to Xander and point a finger at him. “That never happened, do you hear me?” His lips tremble, and I know he’s trying hard not to laugh. The jerk! “Xander!”

“Looks like a lot has changed since last night,” he says then starts laughing, obviously unable to stop it this time. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Clara. Your body is smoking hot.”

I cover my face with my hands. “The one time I try and do something out of my comfort zone and this has to happen. Only me, I swear!”

Xander chuckles. “I’m not complaining.”

“Promise you won’t leave.”

“I promise,” I say just before his mouth comes down on mine. I clutch the back of his neck with both hands as my lips finally get a taste of him. He kisses me hungrily, his tongue pushing between my lips and exploring my mouth. I’ve never been kissed like this. It is possessive, wet, hot. Perfect. He tastes like mint and smells like he always does, a fresh scent of soap and cologne. I think I could get wet from that scent alone. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, one that turns me on even more, but then he pulls back from me. Looking down at me with a gentle look on his handsome face, he leans back down and kisses the tip of my nose.

“Been wanting to do that for so damn long,” he says quietly, cupping my cheek with his hand.

“We are just friends. Trust me, I’d know,” I tell them in a dry tone.

Xander squeezes my shoulder gently. “Don’t worry, it won’t be long before he realises.”

“Realises what?” I ask, touching my hot cheek. My face always heats up when I drink.

“That he wants you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him act possessive over a woman before, and he hasn’t taken his eyes off you all night.”

Really? I look towards the bar and find that Xander is right. Tag is watching me. I quickly look away and grab one of Summer’s shots.

***

“Good,” he murmurs, his throat working as he swallows. “I’m going to prove to you that Tag wants you.”

“And how are you going to do that?” I ask, wide-eyed.

When his lips come down on mine, I have to admit, I didn’t see it coming. His lips were soft, and he tasted amazing. But he wasn’t Tag.

Xander pulls back after a few of the longest seconds of my life and flashes me a boyish grin. He lets go of me and turns just in time to have Tag pull him up by the shirt.

“What the fuck?” Tag barks, looking like he wants to kill his friend. I look at Summer who is staring at the two men with wide eyes.

“She said she was single,” Xander replies, trying to sound innocent. “And that you didn’t want her.”

Tag’s eyes find mine, and I suddenly wished I had the power to turn invisible. He and Xander disappear outside, and Summer and I decide to head to the dance floor. I try and push Tag away from my thoughts.

It is harder than I thought.