Page 70 of No Rings Attached
While I tugged off my clothes, I gave myself a pep talk.Drew is not winning the bed battle. He’s not sleeping on the floor. I am a grown woman, and I will not cave. Even if he’s hot enough to melt steel beams.
I folded my clothes neatly on the edge of his sleek black countertop—reminding myself to behave like a polite houseguest instead of the horny gremlin my brain was becoming. His bathroom was luxurious: gray walls, shiny high end fixtures, a massive soaker tub that whisperedclimb in and never leave. I avoided its siren call and wriggled into the worn maroon t-shirt and shorts.
Miracle of miracles, they fit. For once, the universe was on my side. Well, until I made the questionable decision to lift the collar of his shirt to my face and inhaled.
Oh. My. God. Drew.
Masculine and clean so very him.
Stop sniffing, Ellie,I scolded myself. Normal people don’t get high off of borrowed laundry.
Bad Eleanor fanned herself.
One more sniff. For science.
I was mid-inhale when a knock rattled the door.
I shrieked, and clutched the shirt to my chest like I’d been sniffing contraband.
“Everything okay in there?” Drew’s teasing voice floated through the door. “Or did I interrupt you going through my medicine cabinet?”
Heat scorched my cheeks. I yanked open the door, the words tumbling out of me before I could stop them. “You interrupted me before I could get to that part. Next time, give me a few minutes.”
His eyes darkened, starting at my chest, then leisurely dragging down to my legs before sliding back up. Hazel flecked with green, his gaze was molten.
Oh. My. God.Was he checking me out? If so, it was fucking hot.
A light sheen of sweat broke out across my forehead.
His teeth grazed his lower lip. “Everything fits okay?” His voice was low, husky.
Holy moly.
Done. I’m just done.
I’d never had a guy look at me like that.
RIP to my favorite pink lace panties—they spontaneously burst into flames.
Panic took the wheel. I darted to the counter, yanked open the top drawer, and blurted, “Toothbrush. Clean teeth. No plaque. Cavities are bad.”Smooth, Ellie. So damn smooth.My previous relationships had not adequately prepared me for Drew’s smolder.
The drawer stuck, then gave way with a snap. A cascade of toothbrushes tumbled out like I’d just hit the jackpot on the dental hygiene slot machine. Pink, blue, green—at least a dozen rattled around before settling.
My jaw dropped. “Um … Drew? Are you planning to host a toothbrush convention? Or are you secretly Snow White, except with dental dwarves?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s … my family being ridiculous.”
“Oh, this I need to hear.” I grabbed a pink toothbrush and waggled it at him like a microphone. “Tell me everything. My family’s too stuck-up and proper. I need to live vicariously through yours.”
That adorable smile— one corner tipping higher than the other—hit me right in the chest. And a little lower. Sexy warm fuzzies danced around my body and my thighs clenched in self-defense.
“Toothbrush,” I reminded myself firmly, slapping toothpaste on like it was a shield. And then, because I’m a beacon of seduction, I began brushing my teeth in front of the hottest man I’d ever seen.
Bad Eleanor groaned.So sexy. Nothing like fluoride to set the mood.
Drew leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, biceps bulging. I nearly choked on mint foam.
Whew.Was it getting hot in here or was it me?
