Hell, am I?
There is a very long list of reasons it shouldn’t happen again. Even if a large part of me wishes it could. I push the thoughtfrom my mind and slip out of my seat, floating over to the hot tub settings. The control panel is lit up, but I can’t find the light options. Tapping through its screens, I grumble about colored lights.
“What are you doing?” Trey asks from behind, swimming closer.
“Trying to change the lights to multicolor.” I keep pressing buttons with no results.
“Here, let me look.” He’s so close I can feel his breath on my shoulder.
“I’ve got it.”
“Obviously. Let me see.” He tries to peer over my shoulder, but I move to block his view. He laughs. “I think you just like to argue. Lemme see.” He asks again, moving to my other side.
I move and block him again, a small giggle slipping out when he sighs like I’m the biggest pain in the ass he’s ever met. I’m not even looking for the light controls anymore; I just don’t want him to look.
It’s when I move to block his view again that his arm slips around my waist and pulls me back. “Alright, that’s enough. Let the expert work his magic.”
I squirm, but he keeps his hold on me, spinning me away from the panel so he can look at it.
“Let me go!” I wiggle in his iron grip, splashing water everywhere.
“Multicolor, you said?” he drawls, ignoring my request for release.
His hold loosens enough so that I can spin to face him, right as the lights flash blue, purple, and yellow. Of course, he figured it out in like four seconds.
Show off.
My legs straddle his thigh, one of my hands on his chest and the other on his shoulder. His arm is still around my waist. I waspreparing to step away from him until he looked back at me. His baby blue eyes hold mine, and I suck in a breath when they drop to my lips.
I don’t push him away.
Would it be so bad if we kissed? Or more? We could have a little fun before he leaves for rodeos, and then we pretend it never happened. Right? He’s an expert at one-night stands and short-term flings. We could get it out of our systems and move on with our lives. No one would ever have to know.
I ache for him to touch me,reallytouch me. My restraint is the weakest it has ever been, and at this moment, I can’t remember why I’ve been holding back. Trey will leave, and Daryl won’t be able to use him against me. A thousand miles from home, we could have one night—one night to take what we’ve both been reaching for.
I run my hand from his shoulder up to his hair, threading my fingers at the base of his skull.
Trey groans, dropping his forehead to mine. “Jessie . . .” The whisper sounds more like a warning. He wants me, and he’s holding back because all I’ve done is push him away. But I’m so tired of fighting this.
“Just this once—”
His lips crash to mine. He doesn’t need to hear more. It’s not a slow and tender kiss like last night; it’s wild and consuming. He turns in my arms.
My thighs grip his hips, tightening like a reflex.
Trey kisses me like he’s been holding back for far too long and now he’s done waiting. His tongue runs along mine before he nips my bottom lip, causing my breath to shudder. He must like that because he pushes his erection up to grind on my center, and this time, I don’t push him away. I gasp at the pressure. The fact that he’s already hard boosts my confidence.
He breaks the kiss, pulling my hair to tilt my head back as he licks down my neck. It’s slow, deliberate,erotic. This is a man who knowsexactlywhat he’s doing.
“Jessie, baby, tell me to stop.”
I arch my back, pushing out my breasts as I rock my hips. That’s the second time he’s called me that, and Ilike it.
“Fuck,” he grits out, dropping his head to my shoulder.
My breaths are quick, and I’m yearning for more. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. We can have tonight. I just— I need—”
He lifts his head, kissing me slowly before his eyes find mine. “Are you sure?”
