Page 28 of Falling for the Bad Boy
I left her on the couch and moved to the back corner where my bed sat. Tomorrow would be soon enough to think about my options. My brain would work better after I’d downed a pot of coffee and had a decent night’s sleep. Whipping my T-shirt over my head, I wondered how long Trinity had been asleep on my couch. What would she do if she woke up to my hands on her hips, my mouth on her neck?
I adjusted myself then unbuckled my jeans and stepped out of them. Damn. Those kinds of thoughts weren’t going to lead anywhere good. Thinking about her curves, the heat of her mouth, the way she’d tangled her tongue with mine—hell, that just got me half hard and there was no way I was going to jerk off while the object of my frustration slept half a room away.
Fuck it. I picked up my pants and shirt and tossed them on the chair in the corner.
“Hey.”
The soft voice behind me made me whip around. For a moment I forgot I was standing half-naked in my boxer briefs.
Trinity’s gaze drifted down to my crotch. She bit back a grin as she looked away.
Make that tented boxer briefs. Dammit. I reached for the shorts I’d had on earlier in the day and held them over my crotch. “What are you doing here?”
She took a step toward me. “You said I could crash here if I wanted to.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think?—”
“Oh my gosh, you didn’t really mean it, did you?” Her eyes went wide, her mouth forming a circle. The kind of circle that would fit nice and tight around my cock right about now. She stepped toward the couch, grabbed the blanket, and fumbled to fold it.
“No, I mean yes. I meant it. It’s fine.” I took long strides toward the couch.
She’d bent to slide on her shoes. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to apologize for dragging you into my family thing earlier. It was so nice of you to go with me, and I was such a bitch for not letting you know ahead of time.” She wiped at her eyes.
Hell, was she crying? I stepped around the couch, keeping a hand on my shorts. “It was fine. Fun even.” I reached my free hand out to catch her on the shoulder.
“Really?” She faced me, her cheek sporting an impression of the texture of my couch cushion.
“Yeah. And like you said, I got a few meals out of it.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. When you dropped me off next door, I tried to get some work done but I kept feeling like I needed to apologize. I stopped in at the bar, but you were busy, so I figured I’d just wait for you up here. I can go.”
“Now?”
She nodded, barely meeting my gaze. Where was the confident chick who’d squeezed my ass earlier? Remembering the way her hands felt on my glutes made me even harder. Damn.
“How are you going to get home? It’s almost three in the morning.”
Her fingers wrapped around the handle of her purse. “I’ll call a cab or something. It’s not a big deal.”
“Or…” Something in my gut ignited. I put my hand over hers.
“Or what?” She looked up at me, the fuzziness of sleep gone from her eyes.
“Or you could stay.”
CHAPTER 12
Trinity
Or you could stay.
The suggestion hung in the air between us. He looked down at me through lowered lids. Every part of me wanted to escape into his arms and embrace the offer to lose myself, if just for a night.
I took in a gulp of air, trying to alleviate the delicious sense of anticipation rising in my chest. I’d been on edge all day. Oliver seemed to bring that out in me. The kiss, his hand on my thigh during dinner, squeezing his ass between my legs on the ride to and from my parents’ place… it had all led to this moment.
“What would we do if I stayed?” I let my purse fall to the couch.
He grinned as he lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “It’s date number three. Anything goes, right?”
