my lips. At the last minute I turn my face to the side. His lips lazily kiss my cheek and my temple, and finally his teeth trap my earlobe. I despise the shiver that races down my spine. His hands grip me so close I can feel his erection. It’s the first time I’ve ever been this close to a man and his apparent satisfaction.
“Raina,” he whispers, trailing kisses down my jaw. “I want your mouth.”
He wants my mouth.
“Give it to me,” he orders, kissing my chin.
“No.” I extract myself from his arms and shake off the tingles his touch instilled. I open the passenger door and point. “Get in.”
He strangely obliges. I huff in surprise and close his door, walking around to get in the driver’s seat. Once buckled in, I roll his window down.
“If you puke, do it outside.”
“You lied. You don’t want me.”
I chuckle uneasily at his accusation. “How drunk are you still?”
“Pretty drunk.”
“Then I don’t feel bad. I had to get you in the car.” I stop at a red light and stare at him slumped in the passenger seat. “It’s not my fault you’re so predictable.”
“Are you being smart?”
“I can’t help it if I’m a genius.”
“That smart mouth is seriously going to get you in trouble. I’m not feeling noble right now. I’ll punish you good and hard.”
“I keep hearing about this punishment but I haven’t seen it at all. Somehow I think you’re bluffing.”
He reaches over and touches his knuckles to the back of my cheek, dragging them gently down my face as his eyes regard me softly. “That’s because I doesn’t want to punish you the way I do all the rest.”
If the light wasn’t green I would have leaned into his touch. I thank the green light. As it is I swallow hard and drive slower than the surrounding traffic. “Why not?”
“Why what?” he mumbles, falling asleep again. His hand drops away from my face to his chest.
“Don’t fall back asleep. Talk to me.”
“Hmm?”
“Let’s talk,” I beg, but it’s too late. He’s already gone.
When we get to the apartment I have to struggle to get him awake. I lean over in the passenger seat and whisper in his ear. “Kent, wake up.”
“Huh?”
“I thought you wanted to kiss me?”
He cracks an eye open, and when he sees it’s me, he grins widely. “Raina. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I answered the door and you were standing there pleading with me. You were so sweet and innocent. You had no idea who you were moving in with.”
It’s like he knocked the air out of me, but I don’t have time to think about his words. Plus he’s drunk. He doesn’t even know where he is. “Well, here’s your chance. Let’s go upstairs. To the couch,” I add, hoping that will get him going.
“No fucking way. You deserve better than the couch.”
Damn right I do. Not all his common sense is gone. “Come.” I pull on his arm until he’s out of the car.
It’s a precarious dance to get him up the stairs, get his keys out of my pocket without dropping him, and open the door. Once inside the apartment, I know I can’t make it all the way to his bedroom. I push his chest so that he falls down on the couch and then I close the door.
“Sleep,” I order unnecessarily.
He’s already snoring.
I don’t have it in me to change. I’m so tired I could sleep standing up. My last ounce of energy is spent crawling into bed. The second my face hits the pillow I fade out.
I awake many hours later. Last night comes to me like a bad movie I starred in. I groan and cover my face. Who was the drunk one again? Get your shit and your hormones together! I roll out of bed and grab my towel to shower. I smell like grease and beer.
Kent comes out of the bathroom as I’m reaching for the door. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and water clings to his abs. My mouth dries as I get a good look at his body. And I’m looking good, because I can’t help it. He’s so hot it’s unfair.
“Excuse me,” I mumble, red faced. How much of last night does he remember?
“Mhm,” he mumbles in return. “All yours.”
I slip into the bathroom and wash away the scarlet burning my cheeks. The shower is still hot from him, and I can smell his heated skin like a memory. I inhale