“Yeah?”
“Promise me you’re not drunk.”
“I’m tipsy, not drunk.”
“So if I asked you to leave with me, you won’t regret it tomorrow?”
I shake my head. “No regrets. Just promise we’ll still be friends. Our friends are getting married, we can’t make this weird.”
“Of course.” He swallows, and I watch the line of his throat, the flex of self-control it takes not to push. “I’m not asking for a future, Kate. I’m asking for tonight. And if you want more nights, we’ll negotiate. If you want nothing, I’ll walk you to your car later, and everything will be normal tomorrow.”
The honesty is the thing that undoes me. Not promises, not lines. Plain truth.
“I don’t want to forget it,” I manage, though my hands have already found the buttons of his shirt. I push one open just to see if his skin is as warm as it looks. It is.
“Your place?”
He breathes out, a rough sound he bites back into a smile. “Finish your drink. Tell Brynn you’re calling it early. I’ll get the truck. But first, do something for me, Katie.”
“What?”
His eyes move to the door across the hall. “Go into the ladies' room, take your panties off, and bring them to me.”
My laugh shivers through me. “God, that’s hot.”
“I have more where that came from.”
I slide my palm down his chest, counting the ridges of muscle with a greed I haven’t felt in years. “Prove it.”
“I will. Now go.”
I scurry toward the door and step inside. “Anyone in here?” Silence. I exhale and lean against the wall, my chest chasing my breath. Fuck, Cam has always been cute, but tonight he’s something entirely different. I reach under the skirt of my dress and grab the band of my panties and shimmy them down my legs, stepping out of them.
Purple cotton. Not a sexy thong, full back granny-panty-underwear.
That’s my life, though. I don’t do this. I’m the sweet little librarian. I don’t own much lingerie or fancy underwear. My life is about practicality. But he wants them, and tonight I want to see this new side of Cam. So, I wad them up in my hand and suck in a deep breath, smoothing down my skirt.
I swing the door open and see him standing against the wall where I left him. All six-foot-three of him leaning casually like he hasn’t lit a match in my dormant skin.
He looks up and grins.
I wonder if he’d let me ride his face.
I wonder if his cock is as gorgeous as his face.
Fuck, I need to play it cool, or I’ll never find out either of those things.
I shake it off and step toward him. He reaches out his open hand and I place my panties in his palm and he grins, slipping them into his pocket.
“You’ll get these back, I just wanted to know you’d be bare when you sit in the front seat of my truck.”
“I had no clue you had such a mouth on you, Wells.”
“Just wait until you see what else my mouth can do. Now go finish your drink and then meet me out front.”
God damn.
We walk back out into the chaos, and I walk straight toward the table where Brynn and Kinsey are talking.
