[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
The throngs of people behind her erupted in a series of battle cries as water balloons began flying,
exploding on people and the pavement around them. Unsuspecting tourists scattered in every
direction, some braver ones stopping to take pictures on their cell phone. She d been right, though.
Several participants were pointing at them, probably dying to get a shot at a member of law
enforcement. She turned back to find Matt shaking his head.
You better get out of here, Officer.
A water balloon narrowly missed his head. Screw that. Where s your ammo?
Lucy s eyebrows shot up, but she indicated the tote bag full of water balloons.
Matt reached down and grabbed the bag, taking her hand in the other. With a squeak of surprise,
Lucy tripped behind him as he jogged to the nearest bench and pulled her down behind it. After
yesterday, the last thing she d expected to see was a playful side. Yet another facet of him, as if there
weren t enough already. He set the bag between them, reached in and handed her a water balloon.
Let s see what you got, Mason.
A smile stretched across her face. One point for every hipster you hit. Two for tourists.
His mouth twitched. Done.
She peeked over the bench and hurled a pink balloon at a girl in horn-rimmed glasses. The
unexpected impact of Lucy s balloon knocked them askew on her face.
Nice one.
One point for me. She tossed him a yellow balloon. Your turn.
Give me another one. With a shrug, she did as he asked. He pushed his sunglasses back on his
head and Lucy suddenly wished she could drag her fingers through his thick black hair. In one fluid
movement, he went up on his knees, throwing both balloons at once. Two running tourists were
treated to an exploding water balloon attack.
Impressive. Unable to wipe the grin off her face, she rooted through the bag. It s like you re a
professional sniper or something.
Matt s hand flexed, as if talking about his profession put the feel of a rifle in his hand. Are you
implying I have an unfair advantage?
I m not implying. I m accusing. She pulled out three balloons and threw him a wink. Which
means I have to step up my game.
His hot gaze raked over her. You think you can compete with me?
It was a wonder the balloons didn t turn to steam in her palms. I never back down from a
challenge, especially when the competition is meaningless and there are no prizes for winning. Watch
and learn, Donovan.
He gestured arrogantly toward the quad area where the fight raged on. I m waiting.
Lucy peeked through the wooden slats in the bench, spotting a group of tourists wearing I Love NY
T-shirts. They were a good distance away and had managed to remain dry thus far. It was a risk, but
she d talked a big game. No guts no glory. She pushed to her feet and threw all three balloons in
quick succession, nailing each one of the tourists one after the other. Before they could spot her, she
ducked back down behind the bench to find Matt staring at her with raised eyebrows.
You are so turned on by me right now, she said, sounding a little breathless.
Fucking right I am.
She had to kiss him. Had zero choice in the matter. His mouth, his pleasure-giving mouth, was
gorgeous and so close. His body drew hers closer as if she d become magnetized. She wanted his big,
demanding hands on her ass. She wanted to feel his rough-edged muscles under her fingertips, flexing
for her.
His teeth grazed his lower lip. Come here then, baby.
Before she could reach him, a water balloon pegged him in the arm. He looked so disgusted over it,
she had to laugh again. She planted her hands on his shoulders and tried her best to appear serious.
Oh God, Matt, you ve been hit. Do not go toward the light. Stay with m
His mouth stamped over hers. As if he had complete and utter control over her body, she moaned,
head tipping back to absorb every stroke of his tongue. She gloried in his uneven groans; they told her
how much her submitting affected him. Told her there was a balance. That she shouldn t be afraid of
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]