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had this much fun off the field or out of the sack and
been this relaxed at a party. It’d been even longer since a woman
intrigued him. This insane attraction to Mac blindsided him and
pretty much knocked his denial on its butt, even though he
should’ve seen it coming given his recent obsession with her.
    The fast dance ended and Mac raced for the
edge of dance floor, but Bruiser caught her hand and tugged her
back into his arms. Bad idea, but he’d been full of bad ideas all
evening. He couldn’t explain why, but he had to have that fit
little body pressed against his in a slow dance. Okay, hell, he
probably could explain why if he really thought about it.
    Mac didn’t resist; instead she leaned into
him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Despite muscles honed from
her hours of physical labor, she felt like a woman, all woman, and
he liked that. A lot.
    She gazed up at him with a slight smile. Her
perfume floated around him, leaving him in a haze as if he’d just
drunk a tumbler of fine whiskey on an empty stomach. Her size fit
him well. Everything about her fit him, from her soft breasts
rubbing against his chest to her fine thighs brushing against his.
And her eyes were the type of eyes made a strong man weak—eyes that
haunted a man’s dreams and took hold of a man and never let him
go.
    He grinned down at her like a damn fool,
just happy to be him and enjoying life.
    Sliding his hands down her back, he grabbed
a handful of ass just to get a rise out of her and break the spell
she’d so easily woven. She glared at him and smacked his arm. “Next
time it’ll be a knee to the groin, buster.”
    “I think you mean that,” Bruiser said.
    “You know I mean that. You sure know
how to take advantage of a situation.”
    “Hey, I might be pretty, but I’m not stupid.
Gorgeous night, great company, sexy little body plastered against
me. What more could I want even if I’m concerned for the safety of
my manhood?” No truer words were ever spoken.
    “I am not plastered against you. You’re
holding me there.” Her brown eyes flashed fire. Damn, he liked when
she was all indignant and wallowing in denial.
    He raised one eyebrow. She tried to pull
away but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. He owed her for all
those times she kicked his ass at pool and took his money. Instead,
he pulled her closer until their bodies meshed together.
    He maneuvered her to a darker part of the
patio, away from most of the dancers. She clung to him. Her
incredible lips parted slightly, and she sighed the most
provocative sigh he’d ever heard. He doubted she meant for it to be
provocative, but pretty much any sound coming from those lips right
now turned him on.
    Their gazes locked, and Bruiser forgot
everything he’d ever learned, including the ability to form simple
words. Mac looked as dazed as he felt. He couldn’t look away, even
as the alarm sounded in his head to get out and get out fast. He’d
always paid heed to that alarm, but not tonight. Not with Mac. To
hell with it. He silenced all his inner thoughts except the ones
that swore this was a good idea.
    Yeah, a very good idea.
    His gaze slipped lower to those luscious
lips of hers. Big, full, and absolutely feminine. Bruiser lowered
his head. Her warm, minty breath feathered his lips. He wanted to
kiss her, and she wanted him to. He knew the signs. Only an inch
separated them. So close. So very close. Her pink tongue darted
out, and she wet her lips. Heat rolled off him in waves, like a hot
sidewalk on a hundred-degree day. Oh, God, his knees almost
buckled. He tilted his head, just one more inch. One little inch
between his lips and the Promised Land.
    Then he remembered Brett.
    Brett, his buddy. His fishing partner. The
only guy who truly understood him. Loyal to a fault and always
there when needed. And Bruiser, the asshole, was about to kiss the
hell out of Brett’s love interest.
    Friends were more important than a casual
fuck. He could get a casual fuck