He carries me toward my door, and I snuggle into his chest. I could live here, in his heady scent, surrounded by the warmth his body emanates.
I close my eyes, tiredness dragging my lids under when he says, “Keys.”
“Purse.”
He shifts me so he can rummage through my bag. I hear the jiggle of keys and when he brings me inside, I touch his cheek, sliding a finger down his neck.
“Bedroom?” He growls as if in pain.
Ugh, why does he have to interrupt me from exploring him?
I point toward it and when he places me down in my bedroom, I don’t like it at all. The bed seems so far away. I lean back against the wall by the door to support myself. Everything spins and blurs, so I close my eyes for a moment.
“I could have hooked up tonight, you know?”
He crosses his arms, spearing me with a heated glance that does funny things to my insides.
“Why didn’t you?”
“I would only be disappointed.” I spread my arms as wide as I can. “You set the bar way too high.”
My bed looks so inviting. It would be even more so with him on it.
A smile teases his lips. “Good to know. Will you be all right?” he asks, worry threading in his deep voice.
“Where are you going?” I gulp. I don’t want him to leave.
We draw close once again as we talk. My hand lifts to his chest, where it rests, as if to stake my claim on him.
“Meeting with a friend.”
“A woman?” I shriek—the high-pitched tone betraying my unease.
His arm snakes behind my back, low enough that it’s half covering my ass as he pulls me to him. “I don’t have female friends.”
“I want to be your friend,” I say, licking my lips.
In an instant, he cages me in between his hard chest and the wall—my heartbeat skyrocketing. Lowering his head, he nuzzles my neck, inhaling me, setting my hormones on fire.
“Do you, now?” His deep, husky voice is like an open invitation to indulge in the forbidden.
Without leaving me time to react, he scoops me up and drops me on the bed. I squeal, bouncing once, and he crawls on top of me.
My body temperature rises to scorching.Please ease my need.
“Could you be just friends with me?” His voice is a silky rasp that has me squirming, filling me with carnal need. I ache everywhere.
What was the question again?
The alarm blaresthrough the room, jolting me awake. I don’t think I slept for more than a few hours.Perfect.
Peeling one eye open, I try to locate my phone to make the grating sound stop. My head throbs like crazy.
Ian’s scent lingers in the air, and my headache is instantly forgotten. On my nightstand lies a glass of water and an aspirin. He must have put them there, scattering my wayward emotions in a hundred directions.
Picking up the glass, I rinse my dry throat, swallowing the pill and water in one go.
I roll out of bed, take a lukewarm shower, and try to piece the puzzle of last night together. That’s why I shouldn’t drink more than one cocktail. It leaves me wondering if I said something inappropriate.
