Page 27 of Sweet Temptation
Why does it grate on my nerves that he knows I don’t drink?
“I drink when I want, and I wanted to tonight.” Great. I sound like a spoiled brat.
“You’re going to feel like shit tomorrow.”
He’s not wrong.
Not that I’m telling him that.
“Lexie . . .”
Stupid sexy voice.
“I only had two beers,” I pout and cross my legs as he pulls out of the parking lot. Okay, and maybe I smile a little too because stupid sexy voice and stupid sexy body aside, his beautiful eyes catch on my thigh and linger a little too long, and not even a few beers can dull the sense of satisfaction I get from that one look.
“Two beers and two shots, Lex. I wasn’t letting you drive home.”
“You never used to be this bossy. You used to help me have fun when my brothers were being the overbearing assholes.” I sigh and close my eyes, listening to the sound of the rain against the car for the short drive back to the house.
“Yeah, well that was a long time ago,” he grumbles. “Who was the poser?”
“What?” I open my eyes and turn my face to his as he turns onto our street. “What poser?”
“The guy, Lex. The one who looked like he wanted to be part of the team but definitely wasn’t.” Lucky’s jaw clenches as he glances at me. “Fuck, Lex. Grab my sweatshirt from behind you. Your dress is soaked.”
“What the hell, Lucky. Why do you care if I’m wet?” I don’t bother to thank him or tell him I was cold, but I do find his hoodie and slip it on. It’s big and warm and smells like Lucky.Like summer and sunsets and days spent at the beach. It smells incredible.
He mumbles something as he pulls into our driveway and shuts off the car. Every muscle in his body is rigid when he turns to me, anger burning in his eyes. “Why don’t you care? Do you want to get sick?”
“What the hell, Lucky? You’re not my father, and you’re not my brother. It’s not your job to worry about me getting sick.” Lightning cracks overhead as I reach for the door handle.
“Don’t,” he growls.
“Don’t what?” I somehow manage not to yell back at him but only barely.
The ass hits the door lock and gets in my face, that same muscle in his jaw twitching again. “Don’t compare me to Cooper or your brothers. I’m not them. And don’t get out of the car until I come around with a fucking umbrella so you don’t get drenched.”
“Do you even have an umbrella in here?” I blurt out, completely skipping over the thing about Dad and the boys.
“No. Fuck. You drive me fucking nuts,” he groans as he turns to look in the backseat, like an umbrella is going to magically appear. Who knows? Maybe Lucky turned into a Boy Scout while I was gone. Doubtful, but stranger things have happened.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” he bitches as I giggle, and for some reason, that makes me laugh harder.
“I just pictured you in a Boy Scout uniform.” I bite my lips, trying to hold back anything else I might say... or do.
“Fuck no.” He drops his pissed-off attitude for a minute and laughs with me. “They’d kick me out when they saw what I could do with a knife.”
“I mean, I bet you’d look hot rocking a bandana.”
Lucky leans back against the leather seat and smiles.
God, I love his smile.
Another crack of lightning lights up the sky, and I smile. “Isn’t it pretty? I could watch a storm for hours.”
“Yeah, Lex...” His voice softens. There’s a hint of something there. Something I’m not sure I want to see, so I keep my eyes on the sky. “It’s beautiful.”
“Think we can make a run for it?” I ask without turning around, my hand on the handle and my eyes on the sky. “I feel like an omelet.”
