after that kiss?
Think, dammit.
“I remember dinner, going to the dance club, talking to the bartender, and then…nothing.” She drew a complete blank. As if time just stopped at that moment.
“I’m gonna try not to be hurt you can’t remember climbing all over me.”
Her gaze jerked his direction. “I did what ?”
He chuckled again, leaned in, and kissed her cheek. “Trust me, it was good. Really, really good.”
He rose from the bed before she could tell him to back off and disappeared into the bathroom again, but this time he didn’t close the door. Alone, Avery’s pulse raced, and holding the sheet tight to her breasts, she scanned the room again, desperate for any clue as to what had gone down last night. Her gaze stopped on his slacks tossed carelessly over the corner of the bed and his shirt lying in a heap on the floor.
Her eyes grew wide, and her stomach flipped over. Groaning, she pressed her fingers against her closed eyes. “Please, please, please tell me we didn’t sleep together.”
More laughter from the bathroom. “Now I really am hurt. When you ripped the buttons off my shirt…that was probably my favorite part.”
Avery groaned louder, slinked down in the bed, and pulled the sheet over her head. She wanted to die. She wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide for the next year. Not because she’d done those things, but because she’d done them with Cade. And because it meant if she’d let her guard down so easily, she couldn’t trust herself. And dammit, she hated that right now every cell in her body was vibrating with excitement over just the thought of having a go at him all over again.
“It wasn’t that bad,” he said from somewhere close.
“Go away,” Avery managed. “I need to be alone right now.”
The bed dipped at her side. She tried to scoot farther away, but he caught her leg with his hand. Heat burned into her flesh between the thin cotton separating them. He tugged on the sheet over her head. “Ava, come out from under there.”
“No.”
She tried to hold the sheet in place, but he jerked it out of her grip. Through strands of messy hair, she peered at him and held her breath. Dammit, he was too…familiar. Too new at the same time. Just inhaling his unique male scent reminded her of all the good times they’d shared together. And looking at him now…years older, more muscular, more rugged, more…everything…she had an uncontrollable urge to get to know the new him. To find out what was different.
“Nothing happened, Avery.”
She stared into his eyes, searching for a lie. Humor no longer shone in his eyes, and that goofy smile he’d been sporting since the moment she woke up was long gone. “Don’t tease me right now.”
“I’m not. While it’s true you did climb all over me in that club, and you did rip the last few buttons off my shirt when we got back here, when we reached the bed, you passed out.” He scratched the back of his head, looking the slightest bit…sheepish…just like he had the first night they’d spent together, when they’d both been virgins fumbling in the dark together. And God, but that was sexy. Her blood warmed again. “Kinda put a dent in my ego, to be honest. Can definitely say that’s never happened to me before.”
Her heart kicked over, and she swallowed, but pushed aside the emotion threatening and focused on the here and now. “I…I climbed all over you in the dance club?”
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and looked her way, and the heat brewing in his eyes shot a zing of electricity straight to her sex. “In the back room. When you were watching that show.”
Avery’s mind skipped. Memories tried to piece themselves together, couldn’t quite make the right fit. And then she caught a glimpse of the woman strung up on stage. Of the man thrusting into her from behind. Of the crowd, watching…
“Oh my God…”
“I’ve never really been into the whole voyeur thing,” he said in a low
Think, dammit.
“I remember dinner, going to the dance club, talking to the bartender, and then…nothing.” She drew a complete blank. As if time just stopped at that moment.
“I’m gonna try not to be hurt you can’t remember climbing all over me.”
Her gaze jerked his direction. “I did what ?”
He chuckled again, leaned in, and kissed her cheek. “Trust me, it was good. Really, really good.”
He rose from the bed before she could tell him to back off and disappeared into the bathroom again, but this time he didn’t close the door. Alone, Avery’s pulse raced, and holding the sheet tight to her breasts, she scanned the room again, desperate for any clue as to what had gone down last night. Her gaze stopped on his slacks tossed carelessly over the corner of the bed and his shirt lying in a heap on the floor.
Her eyes grew wide, and her stomach flipped over. Groaning, she pressed her fingers against her closed eyes. “Please, please, please tell me we didn’t sleep together.”
More laughter from the bathroom. “Now I really am hurt. When you ripped the buttons off my shirt…that was probably my favorite part.”
Avery groaned louder, slinked down in the bed, and pulled the sheet over her head. She wanted to die. She wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide for the next year. Not because she’d done those things, but because she’d done them with Cade. And because it meant if she’d let her guard down so easily, she couldn’t trust herself. And dammit, she hated that right now every cell in her body was vibrating with excitement over just the thought of having a go at him all over again.
“It wasn’t that bad,” he said from somewhere close.
“Go away,” Avery managed. “I need to be alone right now.”
The bed dipped at her side. She tried to scoot farther away, but he caught her leg with his hand. Heat burned into her flesh between the thin cotton separating them. He tugged on the sheet over her head. “Ava, come out from under there.”
“No.”
She tried to hold the sheet in place, but he jerked it out of her grip. Through strands of messy hair, she peered at him and held her breath. Dammit, he was too…familiar. Too new at the same time. Just inhaling his unique male scent reminded her of all the good times they’d shared together. And looking at him now…years older, more muscular, more rugged, more…everything…she had an uncontrollable urge to get to know the new him. To find out what was different.
“Nothing happened, Avery.”
She stared into his eyes, searching for a lie. Humor no longer shone in his eyes, and that goofy smile he’d been sporting since the moment she woke up was long gone. “Don’t tease me right now.”
“I’m not. While it’s true you did climb all over me in that club, and you did rip the last few buttons off my shirt when we got back here, when we reached the bed, you passed out.” He scratched the back of his head, looking the slightest bit…sheepish…just like he had the first night they’d spent together, when they’d both been virgins fumbling in the dark together. And God, but that was sexy. Her blood warmed again. “Kinda put a dent in my ego, to be honest. Can definitely say that’s never happened to me before.”
Her heart kicked over, and she swallowed, but pushed aside the emotion threatening and focused on the here and now. “I…I climbed all over you in the dance club?”
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and looked her way, and the heat brewing in his eyes shot a zing of electricity straight to her sex. “In the back room. When you were watching that show.”
Avery’s mind skipped. Memories tried to piece themselves together, couldn’t quite make the right fit. And then she caught a glimpse of the woman strung up on stage. Of the man thrusting into her from behind. Of the crowd, watching…
“Oh my God…”
“I’ve never really been into the whole voyeur thing,” he said in a low
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