Chapter Eight
Riley hit the nextpreset button on Zane’s radio, and sighed at the bad memories the song summoned. She moved to the next station. Commercials. She tried one more time.
“Stop.” There was no irritation in Zane’s voice. He pressed the CD button, loosely grabbed her wrist, and set her hand back in her lap.
Her skin warmed when he didn’t pull away immediately. He was incredible at her place. She’d never argue again that she didn’t care for receiving oral. And those kisses... She could drown in those and never come up for air.
She’d found herself brushing her lips absentmindedly several times since.
But Zane hadn’t said more than a couple words at a time to her since she got out of the shower. Which was exactly what she wanted to avoid. Maybe they’d pushed for too much too soon. They still hadn’t found their footing after being apart so long.
A heavy techno beat filled the car, and she groaned. “Seriously?”
“You love this song.”
She shrugged, though he was watching the road and not her. “I did a decade ago.”
“Sorry. I haven’t had a lot of time to update my music collection.” He skipped to the next track, and screaming electric guitar kicked in. “Better?”
She flopped back in her seat. They needed to talk about what happened between them. Orshedid. For all she knew, his silence meant he’d already moved on, and she was the only one stuck in the moment. “Kenzie’s going to know the minute she sees us,” she said.
He glanced at her.
She tried to ignore the way his gaze briefly traced over her body, but she couldn’t completely suppress her flush at the attention.
“Is that a bad thing?” He turned back to the road.
Riley loved her sister, but she didn’t care for Kenzie’s knowing glances. The insistence that one day Riley and Zane would end up together.
“I don’t know. If it’s not a big deal, we shouldn’t have a problem telling her. Right?” Riley asked.
“That’s really up to you. I’m not sure when your sex life became your sister’s business, no matter how close you are.”
“It’s not. It’s just that... Did you dothatto placate me?” The moment the question spilled past her lips she regretted it.
He paused, as if measuring his response.
“Forget it. I never should have asked,” she said.
“I meant it when I said you were incredible. In every possible way. And whicheverthatyou mean? No. I didn’t make you come, or enjoy every fucking minute of your lips wrapped around my cock, to placate you.”
Now she’d offended him, on top of making things awkward. “Okay.”
“I do a lot to see you smile, but I don’t lie to you.”
Relief crept in at the words. “I know. This is new territory to me. I’m still figuring out how I’m supposed to act.”
Zane squeezed her fingers. It was amazing how such a simple gesture could still all the chatter in her head.
“Me too,” he said. “But if nothing else is supposed to change, then we act like we always have. We don’t have to tell Kenzie, because there’s nothing for her to know.”