Touch by Touch (Riggins Brothers #4) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,9

the short stick?” I hate the thought of Conrad or Marshall, either one feeling as though they need to be here to babysit me. Despite the situation he walked in on, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

“No. I volunteered.” Something passes in his eyes, something I can’t name, but it makes my insides all gooey and me very aware I’m still sitting on his lap in nothing but a towel with wet hair, and he’s shirtless with his tattoos that he keeps hidden behind those button-up shirts on display.

“I should, um, go get dressed.”

“Yeah. Let me go grab your bags. Where are your keys?”

“On the table by the door.” Pulling the cover away, I stand from his lap and instantly miss the heat of his body against mine. The room is warmer, but there’s still a chill in the air. I step back and watch as Conrad stands and slips back into his T-shirt and sweatshirt before grabbing my keys and stepping outside.

I can’t believe he saw me like this. Grabbing the blanket, I wrap myself back up in it so when he comes in with my bag, I’ll at least have all my skin covered, that is unless he’s a foot man, and I seriously doubt it.

I’ve barely got the blanket around me when the door pushes open, bringing Conrad, some snow, the cold air, and my bags. “It’s really coming down out there. My tracks are already covered.”

“I didn’t think it was supposed to snow,” I say lamely. Have I really resorted to talking to the sexy man in front of me about the weather? Pathetic.

“You know how it is this time of year. The weather is unpredictable. Which room are you staying in?” he asks.

“Oh, end of the hall, last door on the right.”

He grins. “I guess that means I finally got one of the Steele sisters into my bed.” He winks, and I almost choke at his words.

“That’s your room?” I try to think back to when we stayed here over the Fourth of July weekend, and that’s the room my parents stayed in.

“Yep,” he says, popping the p. The grin on his face grows wider.

“I-I can switch.”

“Nah, I like the thought of you sleeping in my bed.” His eyes roam over my body, and even though I’m covered with the blanket, I feel as if he can see right through it.

“You sure?”

“Positive. I’ll take this upstairs for you.”

“Thanks, Conrad.” He nods and walks around me to go upstairs. I follow after him, admiring the view of his ass in those jeans on the way up. I’m so distracted that I trip on the last step. I let out a screech, dropping the blanket and preparing myself for the impact that never comes. At least not with the floor. No, strong arms wrap around my naked body. Naked body! I dropped the towel when I dropped the blanket. His hands grip my bare waist.

“You all right?” His voice is husky, his grip tight.

“Y-Yes. I’m so sorry.” I pull away, and he lets me as I scramble to gather the blanket and haphazardly wrap it around me. My knees quiver as I take my bag from his hands, and move past him to my room, correction, his room, to get dressed.

As soon as the door is closed, I lean my back against it, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. My heart is racing like I just ran a marathon, or how I imagine it would feel to run a marathon. I’m not a runner. I pull in deep, even breaths to try to regulate my breathing. I need to get a grip. Conrad is just a man. He’s going to be my sister’s brother-in-law. So what if he saw me naked. It’s not like it’s something he’s not seen before.

Spying my bags on the bed, I move and pull out my clothes, quickly getting dressed. Once I’ve slid on some leggings and a sweatshirt, I sit to tug on my socks. That’s when I remember what he said—that he likes the thought of me sleeping in his bed. I would have chalked the statement up to teasing that the Riggins brothers are notorious for, but the look in his eyes and the huskiness of his voice tells me he wasn’t teasing.

Standing from the bed, my shoulders back, I open the door and make my way back downstairs. Conrad has a fire roaring in the fireplace, and the room is warm and cozy,