Hud’s hands slid up from her hips to cup her breasts. Making a sound of low male appreciation, he slid those hands down again and then back up, beneath her shirt this time. His thumbs glided softly over her pebbled nipples standing at full, happy attention.
She was still fully clothed and she was seconds away from an orgasm… And then he stopped. She moaned in protest but he was firm. “Let’s go,” he said.
“Where?”
“Much as I’ve enjoyed the memories we’ve made here, I’m not doing it in my office again. I still have rug burns—” He broke off at her laugh and narrowed his eyes. “You think that’s funny?”
She made an effort to stop smiling but couldn’t pull it off. “You weren’t the only one who got rug burns,” she reminded him.
“Yes, but yours are on your back and hidden,” he said. “Mine are on my knees and we wear shorts when we train in the gym.”
She clamped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, my God.”
“Uh-huh—which is exactly what you were moaning when I got those rug burns. That and a bunch of ‘oh please’ and ‘yes, there, oh, Hud, there!’”
She couldn’t really object to the truth…
Hud poured Bailey into his truck and gave her a quick once-over. She was definitely tipsier than he’d thought. “You okay?”
She gave him a long look. Right. That question was not allowed. “Okay,” he said, “how about—are you going home with me?” He held her gaze, watching her reaction closely. Any hesitation, even a flicker, and he’d tuck her into his bed and walk away, no qualms.
But she didn’t hesitate. She blinked slowly and smiled at him, a little goofy. “Yes, please.”
He grinned. “How many shots did you have?”
“Um… one.”
Okay, one was good. One wasn’t drunk—
“Plus three,” she said, and then looked confused. “Or four.”
Ah, hell. That was most definitely drunk. Which put her in the off-limits zone.
She smiled at him. “You’re pretty. Anyone ever tell you that?”
He had to laugh. “You’re completely shit-faced.”
“Am not.” She flashed another silly grin. “I know you probably think ‘pretty’ is an insult to your manhood, but I’ve seen your manhood and it doesn’t have any reason to be insulted.”
He scrubbed a hand down his face. She was a happy, silly, sexy adorable drunk. And one hundred percent irresistible. And damn, his phone was buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the screen. Aidan. He hit ANSWER. “Yeah?”
“Lily’s bombed.”
“I know.”
“I’m getting lucky tonight,” Aidan said.
“And you’re calling me why?”
“Because you’re not,” Aidan said. “Getting lucky, that is. If Lily’s this far gone, so’s Bailey. You can’t tap that tonight, man.”
“You think I need you to tell me that?”
“Just making sure you’re thinking with your big head and not your small one.” Aidan laughed a little and started to say something else but Hud disconnected him. He looked at Bailey.
She blew him a kiss.
Damn. Only a real asshole would take advantage of her tonight. The question was, was he that asshole? He took her hand in his.
She brought it up to her mouth and kissed the scars on his palm. “You’re a good man,” she said softly.
Was he? At the moment, he didn’t feel like it. He parked at his place and when they walked inside, he saw neither hide nor hair of any annoying Kincaids.
A miracle.
He took Bailey into his bedroom and she sighed dreamily at the sight of his bed. “Looks nice,” she said, and walked toward it.
“Take off your shoes,” he said.
“Mmm, I like it when you get all commanding and bossy,” she said with a wicked grin.
Jesus, she was killing him.
She laughed a little at his expression and kicked her first shoe off. It flew across the room and nearly gave him a second black eye.
“Ohmigod,” she gasped when he caught it in midair an inch from his face. “You’ve got good reflexes.”
That he did. Which was how he managed to control his expression when she bent to more carefully remove her other boot and fell over.
“Whoops.” She laughed. “I swear I’m not a walking DUI. I’m just a lightweight cuz I never drink alcohol.”
He scooped her up off the floor and set her on his bed. He yanked the comforter down and pointed for her to scoot in.
With a laugh, she tugged him down over the top of her and then wrapped herself around him like a monkey. “You smell good,” she murmured, face plastered to his throat. “You always smell so good. What is this stuff you wear?”
Her entire body was glued to his. He could feel her soft breasts pressing into his chest, her thighs cushioning his, and between those thighs the heat of her drawing him in like a bee to honey—
“Hud, are you listening?”
“Of course I’m listening.” He totally wasn’t listening. He was thinking about how she’d look if he stripped her naked. She’d be all flushed and gorgeous, and he wanted to taste every inch of her and then nibble some of those inches. Just thinking about the sounds she’d make as she got closer to orgasming made him painfully hard.
It required every ounce of control he had to break free of her and get off the bed, but he did it. He tossed his blanket over her.