Fuck yes.
Her brother coughs and sputters wine everywhere, reminding me he's in the room. Fuck no. Please, God, let him get too drunk to walk.
"You're kidding me!" he yells, his eyes trained on his stepmother.
Yeah... I should have brought a wheelchair. Or at least a pair of crutches.
"Absolutely not. Clean that up," she scolds, looking like she's ready to slap Josh upside the head. Then her smile returns as she faces me. "Unless you're uncomfortable staying in the room with my daughter, of course. I could ask one of the neighbors to put you up."
Ah, so she's playing this game. I'm far from uncomfortable about staying with her daughter.
Raya's glare is adorable as she screams at her mother with nothing but her eyes. I hold back as much of my laughter as possible, though some creeps out.
"I'll be fine in Raya's room. She doesn't usually bite," I tease, ignoring the promise of death her brother is silently giving me.
I wink at her, and then revel in the sight of her footing faltering. When her eyes go to my lips, my pants get tighter. I need my track pants. Now.
"Raya?" I prompt, needing her to stop staring at my lips and making my erection grow in front of her whole family. "Want to show me where to find your room?"
Yeah. Fully hard and painful now. I shouldn't have asked that question. Too many images just sprawled out in my mind.
"Yeah, come on," she mumbles after a sharp breath, turning toward the hallway.
I grab our bags, intentionally leaving behind the wine in hopes Josh will finish it all off on his own. A drunken coma promises me a night of sleep.
But Raya foils my plans by grabbing it up. She casts an accusatory glare toward her brother, before moving her eyes back to me with a softer look.
"He's an animal."
Josh throws his hands up, clearly offended, and I can't help but laugh. Because I stop myself, I move my hand to the small of her back, needing to be closer.
"I can sleep on the floor, Raya," I whisper, noting how tense she is.
I was really hoping she would be more susceptible to this—us—by now, but her body language clearly states otherwise. No doubt I could have her if I turned on my charm at full blast, but I'd never be able to keep her if I rushed it.
She pauses as she processes the out I just gave her, but I see it in her eyes what she's going to say, and I'm going to be in pain by the morning.
"No. It's fine. We've shared a bed before."
I pull my shirt off, needing to see her eyes on me, but I play it casual. Maybe I can get her to fold if she has to endure her weakness, which seems to be my body.
She shuts the door, leans against it, and just watches. I'm tempted to pull my pants down, carry on as though her eyes on me aren't noticed, but the damn hard-on I have would excite her or send her running. I'm not chancing the latter of the two.
This is deja-vu Déjà vu . It's my room all over again... with a much smaller bed.
I stare at her, not even bothering to hide my amusement as her gaze feasts on me.
"Right. I should go change," she says suddenly, realizing what she's been doing, and then she drops to her knees to grab clothes from her bag.
I try not to laugh, but it's impossible. The red stain on her cheeks is always adorable, but she's getting closer to giving me what I want. Shaking my head, I take my time finding my pants.
Just as I drop my jeans, Raya comes crashing back through the door, slamming it behind her. Then her eyes go down to my crotch. And shit. She sees it. Has to.
She doesn't run. She doesn't attack me either, much to my dismay. But she doesn't run.
"I thought you'd be longer," I say while grinning, angling my body to hide the tent while slowly sliding my pants on.
"Sorry," she says, slapping her hands over her eyes. "It's dangerous out there right now."