“I wanted you to sleep in. I could tell you needed it. You can tackle breakfast tomorrow,” he said, pulling her into him.
She tilted her head back and looked at him. “I could make you somethin’ now.”
“It’s tough to think about breakfast when you’re standing there naked.”
As she pressed against his warm body, she realized he was right. She was definitely naked.
And then all thoughts of breakfast fled because she was embarrassed that she’d raced out of the bedroom buck naked when—
Bailey stopped and turned toward the living room. “Where’s Rafe?”
Holt’s expression lost its luster. “I don’t know. He left sometime during the night.”
“Did he go to bed with us?”
“No.”
Was that his way of telling them he wasn’t interested in seeing this through? Had he regretted what happened?
“Bailey?”
She snapped her gaze to Holt’s face and realized she was frowning.
“It’s not for you to worry about right now. I’ll talk to Rafe in a little while.”
“Okay.” She nodded as though enforcing the notion that it was okay. “I don’t have time to think about it right now. I need to shower.”
Holt stepped back out of the way. “I’ll be outta your hair in a minute.”
She grabbed his wrist before he could walk away. “No. I don’t want you to go.”
His eyebrows rose slowly.
“You know what I mean. I don’t want you to think you have to leave. We can go downstairs, and I’ll make you coffee.”
“I like that idea. But I’ll need to put some pants on first.”
Which meant he needed to get by her because their clothes from last night were strode across the living room.
“I’m gonna shower,” she told him as she watched him walk away, admiring the smooth flex of his back muscles. Her gaze drifted lower to his absolutely delicious ass. It really was a shame that he had to get dressed.
Knowing she had to focus on what was important, Bailey put Holt out of her mind. As best she could anyway. After rummaging through her dresser, she pulled out clothes and hurried to the bathroom. She used the bathroom first, then flipped on the shower so it would heat, and set to work checking off the items on her hygiene list. While she dragged the toothbrush over her teeth, she stared at herself in the mirror and fought the urge to cringe. She looked like a woman who’d been well-fucked by two incredibly hot men last night.
One of those men stayed.
The other ran.
What was she supposed to think about that? Should she be hurt even though it didn’t surprise her? Or should she be worried about Rafe? He had come into the house he swore he would never come in. Was he okay?
“No time to worry about it,” she reminded herself.
Once steam started billowing out from behind the glass, she got in, letting the spray beat down on her while her body tingled at the memory of what they’d done. She’d had sex with two men at one time. Never in her life had she even fantasized that she would do that. It had been incredible. They’d made her feel sexy and desired, not to mention safe and cared for.
Would they ever have that chance again? Or was his disappearing act meant to be the line that they would no longer be able to cross?
Her optimistic heart told her that, provided Rafe hadn’t gone off and let his thoughts take over, there might be a chance. But Bailey knew Rafe; if she had to guess, he was at his apartment belittling himself for getting caught up in it. But he’d been a willing participant.
God, the things he’d done with his tongue. Not only when he’d had his head between her legs but also when he’d kissed her. His mouth had sealed to hers when Holt slid inside her, and there had been something distinctly possessive about that kiss. For a moment, Bailey had worried Rafe was going to put a stop to it.
