Page 51 of Rest In Pieces
“Don’t what?”
“Regret me.”
“G—”
He cuts me off with a kiss so hot, I’m surprised we don’t go up in flames. By the time he pulls away, I’ve forgotten why this seemed like a bad idea in the first place.
He eases out of me and gets to his feet. That’s when I notice his boots are still on, and his jeans and boxers are bunched around his ankles. Was I so desperate that I didn’t even let the man undress first? He takes off the condom and pulls up his jeans so he can walk into the bathroom without tripping.
I grab the blanket and wrap it around myself, needing a moment to think. Standing up, I bite my thumbnail, wondering what to do next. This is why you never bring a one-night stand home—you can’t escape the shame if you live where your shame took place.
Oh, and it was shameful in the most delicious way.I think dreamily before I scold myself. Behave Amity. We won’t be swayed by a sexy body and a pretty dick. We won’t be?—
G walks out of the bathroom, and my eyes are face-to-chest with a wall of inked muscle. And… I forget what the hell I was thinking.
I grip the blanket tighter, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him, remembering somewhere in the back of my mind that it’s a bad idea —even if I can’t remember exactly why at the moment.
“I want to see you again,” he tells me, bending down to grab his T-shirt. He pulls it on over his head before slipping his cut back on.
I look down at my bare feet, my pretty pink toenails peeking out from under the blanket, and wonder how I ever thought I was strong enough to resist him.
He steps closer, sliding his finger under my chin and tipping my head back so he can look into my eyes. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
“I don’t want this.”
“Liar.” He grins. “We both know that if I slip my fingers between your legs right now, I’ll find you soaked. And I was wearing a condom, so it sure as fuck isn’t from me.”
“You have a pierced dick,” I blurt out.
He frowns. “That a deal breaker? Because I can take them out?—”
“No!” I shout, and a smile spreads across his face.
He crowds me, his lips brushing against mine. “You like my pierced dick, baby?”
“It might be something I’d put in the pro column.”
“Oh yeah? What else is going in there?”
“Your tattoos. Your tongue ring. That sexy V thing you have going on. Your tongue ring?—”
He laughs. “You said tongue ring already.”
“Trust me, it’s worth repeating.” I reach up and stroke his earlobe, where he has a small set of gauges. “I like these too.”
“I think you just straight up like me.”
I groan. “I know, and it’s fucking irritating. Why can’t you be a jackass like the rest of your club?”
“Is that what’s holding you back? My club?”
“Well, maybe a little. They definitely didn't give me the warm and fuzzies.”
“What can I do to make you give me a chance?”
“I don’t know, G. I like you. I do. I just don’t know if the orgasms are worth the headache that comes along with them.”
“So that’s it? You’re saying no.”