Page 16 of One Summer Weekend
“What are you wearing?” she demanded.
“What are we betting?”
“Control of the radio on the way home.”
He snorted. “If I have to show you what I’ve got going on from the waist down, you’ve got to bring more than music.”
You didn’t spend your entire life around a guy without getting a general idea of what he had going on below the waist, but she guessed he was referring to his pajama situation. Or lack thereof, as the case may be.
Why did that thought make her skin feel hot and prickly?
“Maybe I’m wearing PJ pants,” he said.
“You expect me to believe you’re wearing pajama pants?” She’d seen him in boxer briefs, sweatpants and in shorts, but never pajamas. And she didn’t believe him for a second. “That you evenownpajama pants?”
“You look surprised. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I am surprised. It’s not really your style.”
“I bought a pair the day after my mom let herself in to make me a birthday breakfast.”
Carly laughed. “I remember that. You told me it was the worst surprise party ever.”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now. Or ever.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t take her key back.”
He snorted. “If she knocked and I didn’t answer in the time she thinks it should take me to walk from the farthest point, she’d break every window in my house trying to get in. Easier to let her keep the key.”
He’d relaxed while talking about his mom, as Carly knew he would, so she took the opportunity to yank hard on the covers, expecting to reveal his boxer briefs. But he had excellent reflexes and yanked back. Because he was stronger, he won the brief tug of war. But because she was more stubborn, she didn’t let go and ended up sprawled across his body.
And, holy crap, what a body. Her best friend was definitely hard in all the best places.
“You are not going to win this,” he said.
Before she could figure out what his next move was going to be, he’d flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his. When she tried to shove him off, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
She tilted her head sideways because the blanket had fallen away in the struggle and she could see that he was, in fact, wearing pajama pants.
“Cats? Really?”
His hands tightened on her wrists. “It’s the only pair they had in my size. I haven’t gotten around to ordering some online.”
He didn’t move and Carly tried not to notice how his body pressed against hers. Or how much she liked the feel of his weight on top of her. And she definitely tried not to think about the way he held her wrists over her head, which was making her nipples brush against his chest.
She wasn’t good at not thinking about it.
“Okay, wait.” He arched an eyebrow. “If you thought I was in my underwear and I said I wasn’t, but you’re surprised I’m wearing pajama pants, what did youthinkI was wearing?”
“Nothing. I thought you were wearing nothing.”
“You thought I got into bed with you naked?”
When he said it out loud like that, it sounded ridiculous, but he wasn’t wrong. “I might have thought that, yes.”
“And you were just going to let me sleep like that and not say anything?”
“I was trying not to think about it. Now let me go.”
