Page 28 of Erotic Temptations 2

He laughed, tugged me in again, and kissed me until my knees nearly buckled.

His eyes looked even warmer than before, gold and green and a little unsteady, like I’d surprised him.

“You’re better at that than building furniture,” I managed.

“Lucky for you,” he replied.

We sat in the bedroom, one of his hands still on my ass, my heart pounding so hard I was surprised he didn’t call a medic.

I didn’t want to move, but eventually his phone buzzed in his back pocket. He ignored it.

“You ever play laser tag?” Kane’s voice was lighter, not quite a dare but not casual either.

I blinked. “Uh. No? Closest I ever got was a haunted house. I ran into a wall and broke my plastic sword. Not exactly a tactical genius.”

He laughed, the sound rolling through me. “My cousin just opened a place up in Eagle Rock. You’d kill it. Team up with me.”

“Only if there’s pizza,” I said.

He kissed my cheek, his stubble burning a little, then smirked. “That’s mandatory. They do garlic knots, too.”

I nodded, feeling weirdly bold. “Bet you ten bucks I last longer than you in the arena.”

“Loser has to buy dinner,” he countered.

Was I imagining it, or did his hand squeeze at my waist?

Fuck it. I leaned in and kissed him again. Planted one right on his mouth, letting my tongue linger, then pulled back with a grin. “Bet.”

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I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. Wasn’t sure when my life had gone from “sadly single with a calendar full of early-bed bingo” to “riding shotgun in a hot guy’s SUV on a Friday night, powered by adrenaline and baked goods.” But here we were.

Laser tag.

Outside, rain polished the city into a shimmer, droplets streaking down car windows. The sky had looked like wet newspaper all day. Wind rattled the trees, and every few blocks, streetlights cast blurry halos through the drizzle.

I was grateful for the heat pumping from the vents. From the way Kane kept glancing over, he either wanted to check if I’d melt in the rain or if I’d make out with him before we made it to the parking lot.

He still had powdered sugar on his sleeve. I didn’t mention it, but I noticed.

Kane adjusted the gearshift and gave me a glance and a crooked smile. “Ready to see if the legend is true?”

I traced a finger along the window, watching the trails of water snake down through grime. “Is the legend that you’re going to get your ass kicked or that I’ll trip over my own shoelaces in a dark room?”

He let out a huff of laughter, not quite a full-on laugh but enough to make his shoulders shake. “I’m betting on the first but only because I like surprising people.”

Kane drove the way he walked. Relaxed, but you got the feeling he could slam the accelerator and take a tight curve any time he felt like it. I tried not to stare, but every time he adjusted the wheel, a muscle flexed in his forearm.

“My cousin’s expecting us,” he said. “Decent guy. Not as good at laser tag as he thinks.”

“Did you warn him you’re bringing a ringer?”

Kane slid me a playful look. “You a ringer?”

I shrugged, watching the rain slide sideways against the passenger window. “Only if falling over obstacles is a recognized strategy.”

He laughed, short, easy. “Could work.”