"I said, I dare you."
Sara scooted to the edge of the couch but he was smart enough to step back so she couldn't touch him. In one fluid movement she came off the couch and walked towards him.
"Are you going to be the first one of us to back down from a challenge?"
Without wobbling or swaying, she moved steadily towards him. Buck retreated until his back hit the wall next to his bedroom. The way Sara moved purposely after him, he'd swear she was stone cold sober--except for the stupid stuff coming out of her mouth.
"This isn't like that. This is nothing like that."
"Yes it is. I want to do something with you and you're letting me down."
Buck wet his lips. His head spun. What the hell was she trying to pull? Did Charli put her up to this? She would never have thought to do this on her own. "What did you and Charli talk about tonight?"
She shrugged. "This and that, nothing important."
Her hands fell to his waist, her fingers sliding along the top of his jeans. The open snap made them loose and he bit back a moan when her fingers flittered to his zipper and drew it downward. He pushed her hand away.
She shook her hair back and stared into his eyes. "Look, Buck. We are going to do this, tonight. So, we can do it the easy way or the hard way."
Buck laughed. She was something else. "What are you talking about? You can't make me?
Sara nodded. "Oh, but I can."