“Fine.” She pats Colton on the back. “But he smells like I expect one of those cover models to smell like. Musky and sexy. The ones us women ogle and afterward go home and fuck their husbands.”
“Sniff him some more then.” He turns on his heel. “I’ll put the baby down.”
“God, you are such a bitch.” I smack her on the upper arm. “Why are you trying to scare him away?”
She tilts her head and studies him. “Am I scaring you?”
“Nope. Not at all.” He grins as if he enjoys her antics. Of course, he does. He’s always thought my sister was funny. “I’ve missed seeing you.”
“I’ve not missed seeing you.” She chuckles. “I’ve been taking photos of you and sending them to Natalie for forever.”
He crosses his arms and leans back. Could he possibly look sexier? “So, I’ve heard.”
She frowns and turns to face me. “Did I hear you using a vibrator earlier? I thought I heard it when I walked by. Now why in the world would you be masturbating when you have this stud at your service tonight?”
“God.” My face has never been so hot. I contemplate crawling upstairs, but that would only give her more ammunition.
“That is so unfair.” He tsks. “I didn’t jerk off in the shower while thinking about you. I would expect the same courtesy from you.”
“Jackass,” I growl, grab his hand, and drag him down the stairs.
Lillian laughs uncontrollably behind us.
“I hope you piss your pants,” I call out without looking back at her. The door snaps shut.
“Your sister is so cute. I’ve missed her.”
“You would,” I mutter and drop his hand. Even that light of a touch and I want to shove his hands inside my pants. I should have never touched my vibrator. “I did not masturbate.”
“Checking the batteries for later?” He smirks and opens the truck door for me.
“Yes,” I hiss and slide into the leather seat. It smells like a new car and luxury leather. I’m not about to look at him. If I do, we’ll never make it anywhere. I need to get control of my libido.
He braces his arms over the doorway. “So, I turn you on?”
“Get in the truck before I hit you in the nuts. I’m hanging on by a thread here.”
“Hey, it’s your damn rules, not mine. I know we can get along outside of bed as good as we do in it.” He leans inside and whispers, “Well, we might get alone a smidge better when I’m between those sweet thighs of yours.”
Oh, my God. The man is dangerous. He’s nothing like the cute boy I dated in high school. Okay, that’s not true. He’s charming, sexy, and sweet. That was true then. But now, he’s fucking cocky and in my face. I want to shove him in the chest and then drag him back inside the pickup and show him exactly where I want his cocky attitude.
Chapter Eighteen
Trey
The five-story building is lit up on the bottom floor with the remaining windows mostly darkened. There are a few panes with glowing lights in the background as people work late into the evening.
“An office building?”
“The first floor is shopping, and a five-star Italian restaurant called Jules’ Italian Restaurant.”
“Oh.” She grins, and my heart skips a beat. For once, she seems completely relaxed and ready to enjoy herself. Here’s to hoping I don’t fuck it up. “I thought for a second you were taking me to a vending machine.”
I flip on the blinker and clasp my heart. “I’m wounded. I’m way more of a romantic than that.”
“I seem to remember you serenading me after homecoming.”
“And, brought you roses for prom.” I pull into an empty spot and slide the vehicle into park. “We can’t forget all the sweet love notes I sent you.”