She’s not ill. She’s embarrassed about us getting each other off in a public place.
It’s a hot day in Paris today, which means Cooper is perving out the window and scoring women on a scale of I’d shag them once to I’d do them all week long. Milo’s mind is off somewhere else, and he keeps tapping on his phone every five seconds.
It’s probably a girl. It’s probably his ex, Lexi.
We get back to the hotel, and Hank follows us up to our floor. Milo and Cooper are going to shower, change, and go straight back out. I hesitate outside Tex’s door. She won’t want to see me; she’s made that clear, but I can’t leave things like this.
I miss her.
Before I can pussy out, I reach up and rap on her door.
She opens the door just as I’m about to give up. Her cheeks are pink, and she’s having a hard time looking me in the eyes.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hey. Are you okay? Milo said you’re unwell.”
We both know the truth.
“Um, I’m okay now. Thanks.” Her fingertips are turning white where she’s gripping the edge of the door so hard.
I breathe heavily through my nose and grit my teeth. She’s lying to me, and I can’t stand it.
“Texas,” I seethe.
“What?” Her posture turns defensive, and she takes a small step back.
“I’d rather you tell me not to touch you ever again than you lie to me. Ignoring me isn’t an option.”
“All we do is ignore.”
She’s right. Since Christmas, before even, so many things have happened between us, and I’m not talking about the physical stuff. There’s been the sexual tension, the looks, the flirting, the way we can be in complete silence and it’s still the most comfortable I’ve felt, and the way we feel so right.
But we have to ignore this.
“Look, I’m sorry about last night. We both got carried away, and I shouldn’t have let it go that far.”
Her head tilts, and she looks at me like I’ve just grown another head.
“You know what? I’m sorry, too, Kitt. You’re right. It was a mistake, and it won’t happen again.”
She can’t promise that. We should be able to, but we both know if we’re in that situation again, she’ll be moaning my name as she comes.
“Can I come in? I hate it when we’re not okay.”
“Okay.”
I walk into her suite, and she slams the door shut.
I’m not really sure what to do now. I’m clearly not good at this. So, I do all I know. “Coop’s very put out because the girls made each other come faster than he could.”
She laughs. “Good. He needed to be taken down a peg or two—or seven. His ego has been getting out of hand.”
I made you come in minutes—without touching you.
The thought makes me harden.
“I think that did it. Although he’s out with someone else right now.”
“One day, he’s going to catch something.”
“He’s probably already had everything.”
The fire in her eyes is back, and she laughs. “Probably. Want to drink all the beer? It’s been restocked. I forgot to leave the note.”
“Sounds good to me.”
It sounds perfect actually.
She walks past me to the fridge and bends over.
Shit. Her arse is incredible. And those legs…
The memory of my hand on that arse, yanking her closer, as she ground against me invades my brain. I can still feel the desperation as we both battled to get off as soon as possible.
Her hand flashes by my face, far too close.
I look over and frown. “What?”
She hands me a drink and wiggles her fingers toward me. “I was talking, and you were off in whatever land you were in.”
The land where her mouth was glued to mine, and she was clawing at me.
“Sorry,” I say.
Her lips purse, and I want to launch myself at her.
“What did you say?” I ask, putting down my drink.
“I just offered you a blow job, but don’t worry about it.”
Oh God, don’t say that.
“I would’ve heard that if I were on Mars, Tex, but please feel free.”
Her hands cover mine as I go to the belt on my jeans.
Chuckling, I pick up my beer and take a swig. “You can’t offer something you’re not willing to go through with.”
Rolling her eyes, she pulls my hand away from my now straining erection. If she noticed it, she’s not letting on.
“It was a joke, Kitt.”
“Blowies are no joke.”
“I’ll remember that for next time.”
I arch my eyebrow. “Next time?”
“You know what I mean.”
I shake my head, half to tell her that I don’t know and half to clear the filthy thoughts swirling around in my head.
She. Is. Off-limits.
We should’ve gone out with the guys. Being in a group is safer. Right now, I feel like an alcoholic in a brewery.
“So, the BJ is a no-go then?” I ask, smirking down at her as we walk to the sofa.
I can’t help myself.
She smiles over her shoulder. “Sorry, I’m not giving it up for nothing.”