"Setting the alarm," he said. "I can hold you for a while, but in case we fall asleep, you won't miss curfew."
"So responsible, Alex Jordan." I laughed.
"I'll never do anything to get on Max's bad side." He pulled me closer to him.
I cuddled close and played with the hair at his nape.
Chapter Seven
I had just showered and was getting ready for bed. It was a little after eleven and unseasonably warm for May. I pulled on a tank top and a pair of shorts that saidPinkacross the butt. I wasn't one to shop for sexy underwear, but once Alex and I became intimate, I started spending more of my little paychecks at that particular store. I never bought anything outrageous, but I liked having my bra match my panties, and Alex never complained. Looking sexy for my man made me feel good.
My phone beeped with a text message . . . .
I'm on your porch.
I got off my bed, looked outside, and saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway.
What was he doing here?
He'd gone out with his friends tonight to celebrate Dan getting a job at a law firm in Denver. He told me he'd probably be out late, but would make it up to me by taking me boating the next day.
I ran downstairs and peeked through the small window by the front door. Alex was standing there, smiling at me. I quickly opened the door, and he stepped inside, turning to motion for the car to leave.
He grabbed me, pushing me back into the house as he kicked the door shut with his foot. He picked me up and kissed me hard on the mouth.
I could taste the alcohol on his breath. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my fingers through his hair as he walked us toward the steps.
"The chief is on the overnight shift, right?"
"Yes, but—"
He covered my mouth with his, pushing his tongue inside and swirling it around.
He carried me up the steps and to my bedroom. "This one?" He pointed to my room.
I nodded. "What are you doing here?"
He moved me to the bed and gently placed me in it. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, then slipped it off his body, leaving him in a black, tight-fitting T-shirt.
"It's hot in here." He climbed into bed with me.
"Not that I'm complaining," I said, "but how did you end up in my bed?"
"Zack and James got tired of me talking about you." He smiled. "So they dropped me off here on their way to a club. They'll be back for me around two."
"You talked about me on your boy's night out?"
"Incessantly." He laughed, and from the look in his eyes, I could tell why he wasn't driving.
"You're drunk."
"Just buzzed, but I don't drive when I drink more than I should."
"So, what would you have done if I wasn't here?" I asked.
"I would've hunted you down," he said. "Where else would you have been?"
"I go places?" I smiled.
