He smirks. “Where are we headed now?”
“My place is too far. Tonight, I’m staying with you.” I’m proud when my decree only comes out a little slurred. Andtoo faris relative, right? Even if my place is actually located a floor below his room?
Kellin chuckles. “You could use a shower. And maybe some coffee.”
The trip up to Kellin’s room passes in a happy blur.
First I’m watching the carpet pattern sway as I walk, his arm steady at my waist. Then he opens his door, and I spin into his suite like a tween twirling in a brand new dress.
He leads me to the bathroom, and my heart starts to hop.
My eyes zero in on the buttons of his shirt.
That needs to come off.
Kellin starts the shower. As soon as he faces me again, I go for his buttons, fumbling with them one at a time.
His hands coil around my wrists, stopping me.
“Your clothes will get wet, silly.” I drop my head back and find him peering at me with obvious amusement.
“I won’t be joining you.”
Disappointment pierces my alcohol-fueled haze. Despite my pouting, he leaves me alone to shower by myself, closing the door softly.
Fine. Spoilsport.
I strip off my salt-stiff clothes and climb beneath the spray.
The heat of the water fails to put a dent in the lust swirling through my system.
I’ve been imagining Kellin’s hands on me all night. Now, all alone in his suite, nothing stands in our way.
I finish showering and towel off.
Kellin left me a clean button-down and a pair of boxers.
I ignore the boxers, pull on the shirt, and slip out of the bathroom.
Kellin’s sitting on his couch, legs crossed as he reads on a tablet.
He glances up as I pad across the thick carpet. Sucking in a breath, he drops the tablet and rises. “Damn it, Maeve.”
Maybe he’s upset that I didn’t button up the shirt.
Whoops.
As his gaze drinks me in, he makes no attempt to hide the hunger blazing in his eyes. He’s practically growling under his breath. “This must be penance.”
Quick, agile, definitely pissed off fingers start fastening my buttons from the top-down.
I sigh and tilt my head to the side. “You’re doing it all wrong.”
He freezes. “What?”
“You’re supposed to take the shirtoffme.”
“Maeve.”
