Saturday, August 15, 2009

Danni's Boy by Crista McHugh

“Quit hiding in the corner and get your ass out here,” Kari hissed over the loud music that the band behind her played. “We didn’t get you all dressed up so you could stand alone and pout. Now dance.”

Danni crossed her arms, keenly aware of the thin silk tank top she agreed to wear underneath them. The neckline barely covered the sheer red bra, allowing every man in the place an ample view of her cleavage. She hadn’t dressed this way since she was a freshman in college. “I don’t feel like dancing.”

Lyndsey came up and tugged on Kari’s arm. “Leave her alone. It’s obvious she wants to be a spoil-sport tonight.”

Kari frowned before she disappeared into the throngs of scantily clad dancers.
Danni leaned against the pool table and tucked a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear. Kari insisted she wear it down tonight instead of pulling it up in the usual ponytail and even styled it so it fell in loose waves around her shoulders. She had to admit, it looked good, for once. Too bad they wasted their efforts on me.

She had fallen head over heels for Shawn as soon as she met him. With those blond curls, bright blue eyes, and adorable dimples, he seemed too pretty for words. Or at least, too pretty for her. Someone named Pedro liked him, though. Her stomach clenched as soon as her thoughts went there, and tears threatened to spill over once again.

“Excuse me, are you holding this table for someone?” a male voice asked behind her, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.

Danni turned and stared into a pair of deep brown eyes. Her mouth turned into a desert, and her thick tongue struggled to form words. Damn, he had gorgeous eyes—like rich milk chocolate. She let her gaze travel along the rest of his body, and her nipples tightened under the silk top. His pecs rippled under the t-shirt that strained to contain them, and his jeans clung to his narrow hips. A purely masculine body. She came back to his tanned face and saw he was waiting for her answer. “Um, no, not really.”

A grin crinkled the lines around his eyes, the only evidence that proved he was a bit older than a typical frat boy. “Good. Would you like to play with me?”

Her lower stomach clenched, and the air whooshed out of her lungs. Boy, did she ever want to play with him. To run her hands through his spiky light brown hair and feel his hard body against hers. Stop acting like a horny teenager! She smiled and stepped closer to him. “Sure, but I warn you, I’m an awful player until I’ve had a few beers.”

“I can remedy that.” He pressed a few quarters into her palm, allowing her to catch a whiff of his spicy cologne. “Why don’t you rack up while I grab a pitcher of something? Any preference?”

“An amber, if you like that.”

His grin widened, and her pulse raced. “A woman who knows her beer. I like that.”

And I like you. Can I just lick the beer off your naked body? Danni lowered her eyes, shocked by the way her body responded to this stranger. What was wrong with her? In the span of a few hours, she went from being dumped to wanting to jump into this guy’s pants. She stole a quick glance at him when he walked up to the bar. An ass that nice should be illegal, but her fingers itched to squeeze it.

She took a deep breath and began popping the quarters into the slot. Maybe this wasn’t the mistake she feared it would be.