Remember When (Remember Trilogy #1)

The cocky bastard didn’t even bother peeking his head into my room before strolling into his own, a sly grin playing at his lips as if he wasn’t even the least bit surprised to find me there.

“Hi,” he drawled, before swaying the few steps over and placing his hands at the foot of the mattress. He clutched the sheet over my toes with one hand and leisurely pulled it toward him, revealing my waiting form one excruciating inch at a time. The painstaking slide of the sheet skimmed across my skin, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. It was torture, having to wait, wanting only to get my hands on him, feel his lips crushing me. But he continued his unhurried motion, his eyes never leaving mine.

Once the sheet had cleared my lacy white bra, his lip curled up into a sneer. By the time he’d slid it down past my hips, he was practically licking his chops. By that time, I was feeling pretty worked up, but still a bit self-conscious.

I laid there, trying to look perfectly at home sprawled out half-naked on his bed as he snickered, “Well, look what we have here.” His words were slightly garbled around the edges and he staggered a bit during his climb onto the mattress.

He crawled so incredibly slowly over me, kissing my ankles, shins, knees, thighs, along the way. It was taking him forever to make his way to my lips, but somehow, the waiting was turning me on almost more than the actual doing. He pushed my knees apart and filled the space with his kneeling form, running his hands along the outside of my legs, sending electric charges up my entire length. I let out a small moan which earned me a throaty chuckle from Trip. He moved further up, grabbing my hips, holding them pinned to the bed as his lips and tongue hit my navel, and I was finally able to put my hands on him. I combed my fingers through his golden hair and arched my back toward him, dragging a low growl from his throat as he laughed out, “Oh, no you don’t.”

He slid his body on top of mine, the weight of him pushing me back down into the mattress. He grabbed my wrists in one hand, forcing them up, imprisoning my arms above my head. His other hand was skimming across my collarbone, his mouth hovering an inch over mine. I tried to close the gap and kiss him, but he pulled back, denying me, a wicked smile on his devilish face, deliberately teasing me.

I could feel him harden against me; not quite the steel rod from that afternoon, but surely promising an appearance nonetheless. He buried his face in my neck, running his lips along the side, down to the hollow of my throat, between the lacy cups of my bra, back to my throat. My heart was threatening to burst its way out of my chest, Trip driving me insane without even having kissed me yet.

He was so hot, so completely male in everything he did, from the way he looked to the way he was looking at me. The sensory overload was almost unbearable. Trapped immobile, my arms pinned to the pillows above my head, my body imprisoned beneath his, those sweet, full lips just an inch away from my own, the delectable sensation of his hardened body pressing in just the right spot... Oh God, what could be better?

He released my hands and wrapped his arms around me, finally allowing me to touch him. I tried to tease him back, dusting my lips along his hairline slowly, cradling his mussed head against my neck. I could feel his lips brushing against my skin so softly, the full weight of him practically threatening to crush me, almost not even moving at all...

I registered his steady breathing which quickly turned to snoring and realized he had passed out.

Was he kidding?

He must have been drunker than I thought. Now this was dejection. No acting going on here.

I laid there, feeling all worked up and completely let down, when suddenly, I just started laughing. If this was how I was feeling about it now, I couldn’t imagine what Trip was going to be feeling in the morning. I looked down at the sleeping beauty in my arms, wondering how hard he was going to be kicking himself the next day. After he’d seen the goods on the beach, I knew he’d been waiting out the minutes to get his hands on the merchandise. It’s not like I had any designs on going too far with him that night, but I’m sure we could have had a helluva time working on some variables.

And now just look at him.

“Sorry, pal. You snooze, you lose.”

I slithered out from under the dead weight of him, scooped up my clothes and headed into my room. I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw Lisa lying on one of the bottom bunks.

“Oh my God!” I whisper-shouted. “You scared the hell out me!”

Lisa swiped a hand across her face and apologized. “I’m sorry. Hey, is it alright if I sleep in here tonight?”

“Yeah, of course. But Lis-” My eyes had better adjusted to the light and I could see that she’d been crying. “I just assumed you’d be sleeping in Pick’s room. What’s going on?”

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