he’d repeated the compliment several times.
“You were.” His eyes bored into hers. She didn’t have to be looking directly at him to feel his stare. He stirred beneath the covers, but he didn’t reach for her. Somehow she knew he wanted to.
“You are,” he continued. “Very beautiful.”
Last night, in her haze, he’d made her feel beautiful. Like the most beautiful woman in the world. This morning she felt like a woman who’d gone to bed without washing her face or brushing her teeth. She was rank and knew it.
“Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s true.”
The sincerity in his voice told her that he was either the world’s greatest liar or he believed what he said. Maybe he really did have fantastic blue contact lenses and they were blurred with sleep, leaving him blinded to the truth.
Making sure to keep the covers pulled over her almost bare body, she rolled over to face him directly. She could feel his body heat, could feel the magnetic pull of him. She wanted to touch. Really really wanted to touch. His sheer physical perfection robbed her of thought. Or maybe it was his bare chest that made her brain waves frazzle. He was the one who was beautiful. Eye-poppingly, mouth-wateringly, finger-itchingly, body-twitchingly beautiful.
It occurred to her that the happy trail leading beneath the covers didn’t appear to have anything material impeding its path. At least she was wearing underwear.
No sexual intercourse, he’d said. That left a lot of possibilities. Oh, my.
“What happened to your clothes?” she choked out, more and more flustered that he was naked in her bed.
Although she recalled the removal of her clothes, she didn’t recall how he’d gone from fully dressed to whatever he still wore beneath her covers.
He was wearing something. Wasn’t he? Just because she couldn’t see any outlines, it didn’t mean boxers or cotton briefs weren’t there, right?
His eyes glittered. “You don’t recall ripping them off me with your teeth, princess?”
She’d taken them off him? With her teeth? Her jaw dropped then clamped shut in case her teeth got any fresh ideas.
“Okay, it was bad of me to tease you.” His grin turned devilish. “You didn’t use your teeth.”
She’d…She closed her eyes and tried to recall the events of the night before. “We had sex, didn’t we?”
“I already told you that we didn’t have sex.” He sounded annoyed that she’d asked again, that she hadn’t taken him at his word.
Unable to resist a moment longer, she reached out beneath the covers to touch his chest. His bare chest. To see if the feel of his skin was familiar, to see if touching him would cause a rush of memories.
“Then why are we naked in my bed?”
“I wasn’t planning to spend the night anywhere so I hadn’t packed any pajamas…not that I normally wear anything to bed. But I’m not naked. I’m wearing boxers and would be happy to show you if you’d like proof.” He covered her hand with his, brushed his thumb across her skin. “Besides, you looked as if you needed me to stay. My guess is that you don’t drink often.”
Still reeling from his offer to show her his underwear and just how tempted she was to take him up on that offer, she focused on the other part of what he’d said. “I don’t drink at all and I didn’t drink anything last night except fruit punch.”
“That was rum punch you were drinking, Trinity. It had alcohol in it.”
“The punch was…but…” Hadn’t she felt funny? Hadn’t she noticed that the more she’d drunk the less nervous she’d been? Dear Lord. “I was punch drunk.”
Looking as if he wanted to laugh, he just grinned. “You were a bit inebriated but no worries, you were a cute drunk.”
A cute drunk. As if such a creature existed. No one was a cute drunk. At least no one Trinity had ever had the misfortune of seeing drunk. Her mother had certainly never been cute. Chase had not been cute.
“I didn’t know there was alcohol in the punch.”
“It’s okay, princess.” His thumb paused and he gave her a sympathetic smile. “I figured out that you weren’t at a hundred percent. That’s why nothing happened.”
She tried again to remember the events of the night before, but only bits and pieces came back to her. “You wanted something to happen?”
He gave her a look that questioned if she had really asked that. “Of course I wanted something to happen.”
“Why?”
He laughed but the sound came out a little stilted. “That’s a question with a very obvious answer.”
“Because you’re a guy?”
“Despite what the female population may believe, not every guy wants sex to the point of doing so with any willing woman.”
Which meant she’d been willing but he hadn’t been. Urgh. What was she thinking? Of course she’d been willing. The man was hot and got under her skin to probe places she’d rather keep locked away. She’d been under the influence to where her fears wouldn’t have come into play to remind her of yet another reason why she should keep her legs closed.
“I’m confused. You wanted something to happen, but even though I was willing, nothing happened?” Even as she said the words, the reality that they were almost naked, lying in her bed, hit her. That he could have taken advantage of her and he hadn’t. She liked that. A lot. Possibly because most of the men in her life had taken advantage at every opportunity presented. Not sexually, necessarily, but in any other way they could.
Riley made a sound that she wasn’t sure was a low laugh or a growl. “Yes, princess, I wanted something to happen. A lot of somethings. Had you been sober, this morning would have been very different.”
She didn’t doubt that the morning would have been different. Had they had sex, he probably would have snuck out at some point during the night. Or perhaps he wouldn’t have bothered to sneak, he’d have just gone, and left her to her non-sexual self. She knew her strengths and weaknesses and if she hadn’t, Chase had done a really bang-up job of pointing them out to her and anyone else who had cared to listen. Sexual prowess wasn’t in her bag of tricks.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to be sorry,” he surprised her by saying. “What I want is to see you smile.”
She bared her teeth in a semblance of a smile because, really, he deserved a smile. He was unlike any man she’d ever known and that made her want to know more…and terrified her, too.
“Not exactly what I had in mind, but it’s a start.” He smiled so warmly at her that the nausea within her actually eased. “Now, the most pressing question is whether you have any food in this joint so I can cook us something or would you like to go
