She peeked up at his face. Judging by his stony expression,
he probably wasn't in the mood tonight.
"Um, Marc?"
she
whispered before mentally slapping herself. There was no
way he was going to hear her over—
"What,
princess?" His growl vibrated the rock-hard chest beneath
her ear.
"Where's Rob?" She cursed under her breath.
That wasn't what she wanted to say.
Why did she go from
confident She-Ra warrior to helpless Victorian virgin just
because some tall, gorgeous man put his strong, firm arms
around her? And his calloused fingers rubbed her exposed
back in short, tantalizing circles, making her wonder what
they would feel like when he parted her thighs
and—
Stop. She shouldn't think that way about her
best friend. Friend. Not the guy she was here to pick
tonight to help her—
Wait a minute. Why hadn't he
answered her?
"Marc?" Her head tilted back to meet his
gaze and she searched his hazel eyes.
He seemed…
conflicted. The muscles in his cheek flexed as he bit down,
anger evident in the curl of his lips. But his eyes…they
were sad. As if he had just lost his best friend.
"Oh
God. Is he okay? What happened? He was just here!" She
panicked at the thought of Rob hurt, in pain. The sexually
induced haze cleared from her brain as she pulled away and
looked around the room for his trademark auburn cropped
hair.
"Sara, he's fine. He's just—"
"Right
here," a deep voice finished behind her.
She knew that
voice. Had heard it mature from a gorgeous alto to its
current husky baritone. Sara sagged into Marc's arms as
all
the tension left her body. Rob was okay.
But that still
didn't explain Marc's conflicted emotions. Or the tension
the throbbing music couldn't mask. Something was up with
the two most important men in her life. And she was
literally caught in the middle.
"Mind if I cut in?"
Rob's husky voice in her ear caused the tiny hairs on the
back of her neck to vibrate as a shiver rocked her body.
God, his voice was hot.
"Actually, we're in the middle
of—"
"No, I'd like to dance with you, Rob." She
didn't know why there was so much tension between them but
it was probably better if she separated them quickly. With
the looks Marc was tossing over her shoulder, bloodshed was
sure to follow.
"Looks like you're the better man,
Rob.
Congrats and all that." Marc pulled away from her before
stomping over to the bar, grabbing her drink and taking up
residence on the barstool.
"What's—" she gasped as
Rob pulled her into his arms. From one hard chest to
another. Wow, these guys smelled good. She cleared her
throat. "Uh, what's up with you and Marc?" Sara tried to
look into his blue eyes but couldn't get past his
lips.
"Nothing. We're good."
Sara snorted. "Uh,
yeah,
I don't think so. Marc's not good. He just walked away
like
someone with their panties in a wad. You guys have a fight
or something?"
"I didn't ask you to dance so we could
talk about Marc." With that, Rob pulled her in close until
her groin rubbed up against his jean-covered thigh.
Was
that… He wasn't… He couldn't be! Sara couldn't believe
she
felt Rob's erection rubbing against her belly. It had to
be
just the fit of his jeans.
Yeah sure, the little voice
in her head answered sarcastically. His jeans and the sock
he hid in his pants.
Oh God.
But it couldn't be over
her—Rob had never shown even the slightest hint he
saw her as anything other than a friend. Crap, she was
beginning to hate that word, friend. Lord knew she had a
special ability to make any erection disappear. Just ask
her ex.
He probably just got an erection from dancing
with another girl and wanted some time to cool off before
he went home with another woman. Like every other Friday
night.
"Sara?" Rob murmured in her ear.
"Yeah?"
"If
you get any stiffer, someone's gonna call the
morgue."
Sara's lips curled. Normally Marc was the
funny
one but she appreciated Rob's effort to lighten the mood.
But he had her beat in the stiffy competition. She gave in
to his subtle demand and let her body melt into his. For
once in her life she wanted to indulge in the fantasy of
being with Rob. If only for one dance.
They moved to the
smooth beat of the music. Heaven. Sheer heaven. Sara
couldn't imagine a more perfect place to be than in Rob's
arms. Unless it was in Marc's. She tensed at the thought.
Shit, she couldn't even let herself pretend for one moment
that this would last forever, since apparently she
couldn't
even choose between them in her fantasies.
She pulled
back to get some distance from him. She needed to think and
feeling his body against hers just confused
her.
"What's
wrong, darlin'?"
She tried not to whimper as Rob ran
his
thumb over her trembling lips. She couldn't help but think
if only. If only Rob wanted her like she wanted him. If
only he weren't her best friend. She'd give anything to
throw caution to the wind and throw herself at him. If only
she weren't afraid of the damage it would do to their
friendship when he politely turned her down.
And that's
what he would do. There was no way a man like Rob would
even look twice at her if she hadn't been his friend since
childhood. Short, chunky tomboys like her never drew the
attention of guys like Rob. Or Marc.
If only.
She
forced her lips into a semblance of a smile. "Nothing."