Katie laughed and rolled her eyes, unimpressed with his flirting. It was Marcus Flint. She was fairly certain that he was just flirting to flirt and that he probably had no idea how to act like a normal person. Or maybe he was just trying to get under her skin. Like he always did. Merlin. The man could push her buttons. He moved closer and her brow instantly shot up, the feel of his rough hands on her thighs oddly enticing. Her eyes widened and her breath caught. HE should not smell as good as he did. There was an overwhelming sense of being completely surrounded and she felt her skin prickle and nerves flare up.
She nearly shivered under his touch but managed to refrain from letting that little response show itself. "I can handle anything you throw my way," she murmured, though she wasn't sure if that was even a tiny bit of truth.
His lips were soft and sensual against her ear and she had to admit that she wouldn't be too upset if he leaned in in snogged her. Well, maybe a little. Disappointment flared as he pulled away and her breath expelled as she polished off the last of her champagne, feeling as though she'd just been hit by a lust-flilled bludger. Merlin. No wonder women fell at his feet. She still had no intention of sleeping with him but he was making it very difficult.
His hand banded around her wrist and she was still slightly floored as he pulled her toward the dance floor. The murmurs instantly started and she mentally sighed, knowing that if she pulled away, she'd cause a scene and she wasn't quite ready to be out of his company. "What?" she asked, somewhat sarcastically. "You're not going to be my Prince Charming tonight?"
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer than was probably appropriate. "This isn't sportsmanship," she said, trying not to smile. "This is an all out game for you."