Page 47 of Decidedly Off Limits

You could gather all the teenage boys on a football team together, and they would be less horny than I was from his touch.

I jumped down with Trent’s help and our bodies almost collided. Like in the kitchen when we kissed, only a narrow gap existed between us.

Neither of us said anything. My brain was having problems piecing together a logical argument for why I should step away. But judging from the battle of emotions dueling it out in Trent’s eyes, I wasn’t the only one dealing with this dilemma.

Just as I thought he was going to snap out of it and remember who I was, his head lowered to mine and he kissed me.

The kiss was nothing like last night. It was tentative. Gentle. The brushing of lips. Even though it wasn’t the same, I still moaned softly. The heat in my body that had begun as a small flicker morphed into a forest fire, and without realizing what I was doing, I parted my lips and let him in.

My tongue brushed his and my previous moan was answered by his own. Or maybe that was a groan as he realized he was kissing his best friend’s sister and his sister’s best friend.

He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?” Shit, what was I doing?

“Your brother wanted me to keep an eye on you and make sure you were okay while he was away. I can guarantee kissing you wasn’t what he had in mind.”

“You never know. Maybe it was exactly what he had in mind.” Hello, brain? What the hell were you doing?

I stepped away. “You’re right. We shouldn’t have done that. Holly’s my friend and…” The words faded away as I realized what I was saying. Oops.

I bit into my lip to keep the rest of the sentence from escaping.

Trent frowned. “What does Holly have to do with us kissing?”

A stream of curses paraded through my head, enough to cause even a sailor to chuckle. I started to turn away, but before I could get anywhere Trent grabbed my shoulders.

“What does Holly have to do with us kissing?” he asked again.

“Um.” If I were to rank this on a scale between one to ten when it came to awkwardness, it would definitely be a thousand. “She likes you.”

And she was going to kill me. Possibly with her stilettos.

He shrugged, clearly not getting it. “Yeah, we’re friends. What does that have to do with anything?”

“No, I don’t mean likes you as a friend. Shelikeslikes you.” Great, now I sounded like we were back in middle school.

“Oh.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he started pacing back and forth in front of me. Not quite the reaction I had been expecting.

He suddenly stopped. “You sure about that?”

I nodded. “I was trying to get you guys together last night. I figured you just needed a little nudge in the right direction.”

“Then why did you kiss me last night?”

My mouth dropped open. “I’m pretty sure you were the one who kissed me.” But now that he knew the truth about Holly’s feelings for him, that would be the end of the orgasm-inducing kisses for me.

And knowing this was like giving a chocoholic the best truffles ever created, then never letting her have another one—but leaving them in a glass case for her to see every day.

Trent resumed pacing, forming a new path in the dirt.

“So now that you know the truth about Holly’s feelings for you, do you think you could forget you heard it from me?” I flashed what I hoped was the equivalent of puppy-dog eyes.

He nodded but continued forging his new path in the dirt. If he kept this up, he would’ve dug a hole to the earth’s core by dinner. “Shit, what am I going to do?” he muttered to himself.

“Well, for starters, do you feel the same way about her?”

He kept pacing. “She’s a great person and, yes, she’s sexy.” He paused and looked at me. “But she’s not you.”