Spencer frowned, doing his best to piece together what she meant. It wasn’t easy, because she was still on his lap, and her heat radiated through him. It wouldn’t be long until he was hard again.
“You’re hotter than most of them,” he said slowly. “But I don’t think that’s what you’re trying to say.”
Her eyes glowed in the moonlight, and there was an unexpected solemnity in the set of her full mouth. “No,” she agreed. “It’s not. But…you think I’m hotter? Even though I’m not a size two?”
Spencer smiled, comprehension finally dawning. “Becca, darlin’, I didn’t even notice any of the other girls at the arena, let alone what sizes their jeans were. I put up the best score of my life tonight, and all I really worried about after the ride was finding you so we could finish what we started last
