Playing with Dynamite by Leanne Banks Read Free Book Online

happy and good. Being with you was too special. I didn’t want to drag it down.”
    She felt that same clutch again and swallowed hard. “Now that we’re friends,” she said in an effort to remind both herself and him, “maybe you won’t feel like you’re dragging anything down.”
    He lifted an eyebrow and glanced meaningfully at her lips. “We’ll see.”
    He tugged her toward the pie booth, and Lisa surreptitiously wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. It felt as if he’d put his mouth there, against hers.
    â€œYou wanna go first?” he asked as he paid the attendant a few bucks.
    â€œI don’t know.” Lisa looked doubtfully at the principal’s friendly face behind the cutout cardboard. “I was never good at throwing things, or catching them for that matter,” she said under her breath.
    â€œThen let me help you.” Brick gave Lisa a pie and positioned himself directly behind her. He wrapped one hand around her waist and meshed the front of his body with the back of hers. His chest rubbed against her back, the heat of his belly nearly scorching her skin, and his masculinity was deliciously pressed against her buttocks.
    Lisa nearly dropped the pie.
    â€œWhoa!” Brick caught it and reinforced her grip on it with his hand.
    He stood so close that his familiar scent and the thud of his heart seemed to invade her body. He had a musky scent that she associated with sex and satisfaction. It was the closest she’d come to this kind of intimacy in weeks, and Lord help her, her breasts were tightening beneath the knit shirt she wore.
    â€œI’m not sure—” She tried for a normal tone.
    â€œC’mon. Just throw it a little high.”
    Lisa closed her eyes and tossed it.
    â€œNot close enough,” he muttered. “Let’s do it one more time.”
    She remembered when he’d said those same words to her right after making love. “Oh, no.” She moaned.
    â€œYou can do it.” He placed another pie in her hand. Her surroundings began to feel surreal. The principal taunted Brick, but it was Brick’s voice and body that became her focal point.
    â€œC’mon, baby. Just a little higher and a little harder,” he coaxed.
    She blinked at the sensations his voice evoked, but she felt her nether regions begin a slow, sweet swell. “Higher and harder,” she murmured, and tossed the pie as hard as she could.
    She hit the principal dead center, and the surrounding crowd screamed with glee. Brick squeezed her waist and quickly kissed the side of her neck. “You were great, Lisa.”
    He meant throwing the pie, but all Lisa could think about was that last time they’d made love.
    â€œThat’s some friend you got there, Brick.”
    â€œShut up, Troy,” Brick said with a growl.
    â€œOoh, I’m all shook up. Have you told her you and Elvis share—”
    â€œShut up!”
    Troy raised his hands in appeal and backed away. “Just asking.”
    Lisa didn’t have a clue what their exchange was about, but Troy’s first comment hit her like a bucket of cold water. She wiggled out of Brick’s hold on her. Avoiding his gaze, she took a few sanity-inducing steps away from him. “Your turn to throw a pie.”
    She stood, taking a few moments to regain her equilibrium. Frowning, she admired Brick’s well-muscled form. His body attracted her, but it was his inherent male magnetism that drove her to distraction. She didn’t like how quickly or easily she’d lost her perspective.
    When his pie hit the principal, Brick tossed his head and laughed. His vitality seemed to spill over onto her. She wanted to be immune to him. She didn’t want this dizzy, desperate feeling he caused. She didn’t want it and she didn’t need it.
    Brick pulled Lisa against him for a quick hug and felt her stiffen. She’d been so soft and pliant