Page 28 of Decidedly Off Limits

I pushed the cover away from my face. “Define sick.”

“I’ve been texting and calling you all morning to see how the date went.”

Not exactly what I would define as an emergency. But if I were Erin, he would’ve done the same.

I pushed myself up to sit. The bedding pooled around my waist, revealing my robe, which had come untied while I’d slept. The front gaped open, exposing my black bra and thong.

Trent’s eyes widened for a brief moment before he looked away. Redness crept up his neck. He had seen tons of women in various stages of undress, so seeing me this way shouldn’t have embarrassed him—unless he saw me as nothing more than a little sister.

He reached out, as if to close my robe, but his long strong fingers accidentally brushed against the top of my breast. Flames flared where he had touched, licking me with their dizzying heat.

God, I wanted him so badly.

“Sorry,” he said, dropping his hand. His voice was deep and rough, the kind of voice that would’ve had even nuns renouncing their religion.

“It’s okay.” My voice was equally rough and I coughed to clear my throat.

I pulled my robe together and shifted my legs over the side of the bed. He sat on the edge of it, and I subtly breathed in his warm spicy scent and the scent that was all man—all Trent.

Now, if only someone could figure out how to capture it in a bottle, I’d be all over it.

“So how was the date?” he asked.

“It was awesome. Can’t wait for another one.”

His eyebrow quirked up. A very admirable talent, I might add. I couldn’t do it. “Really? Better than the last guy you went out with?”

“Well, considering my last date had a freaking chaperone who kept me from getting laid…” I leveled my gaze at Trent.

Trent’s hands shot up in surrender. “Hey, I had nothing to do with that. He left, in case you’re forgetting. And it’s not like I drove him away with a pitchfork.”

“You might as well have.”

Trent grunted. God, why did his grunts have to be so goddam sexy?

“So let me get this straight, you were actually hoping to fuck that Stephen guy?”

I shrugged. “Kinda.”

“Even if he wasn’t looking for repeat business?” If you were to pile up all the apples in the grocery store, you would’ve had a lot less than the disbelief in Trent’s tone.

To him, I was sweet, innocent Kelsey.

All right. Maybe I was innocent, given I could count on two fingers the number of guys I’d had sex with. And neither would have given the heroes in erotic romances a run for their money when it came to performance techniques.

“Do you know the last time I fucked a guy?” I asked.

He-Who-Got-Sex-Whenever-He-Wanted shook his head.

“Let’s just say it’s been a long time. A very long time.”

“How long are we talking about here?”

“Well, given that Owen lost interest in me months before I broke off our engagement, I’d say my body doesn’t remember what an orgasm feels like.” My lips jerked up into a smirk. “And after what happened last night, it still doesn’t remember.”

Trent chuckled, looking almost relieved. “So no sex last night either, huh?”

“Oh, no, there was sex involved. Well, I think you could classify it as sex.” I shrugged once more. Great—even my shoulders were getting in more action than my girlie parts had received last night.