Page 63 of Decidedly Off Limits

Holly shot my hand a puzzled look, and I instantly realized my mistake. I casually dropped my hand away from Kelsey, trying not to look obvious about it, trying not to look like I was doing anything wrong.

Shit, this was tough.

Since Kelsey and Holly already had drinks, Josh and I went to the bar to order our beer. After he and I returned, the four of us spent the next hour chatting and sharing amusing anecdotes about our jobs. At one point, while Holly was answering Josh’s question about Australia, I asked Kelsey about her day.

“It was good, especially after Liam sent me the text to let me know he’s still alive.” Her face beamed as she talked. “Oh, I forgot,” she added, then pushed her lower lip out slightly in the way she did whenever she was bummed about something. “The power’s back on at my place.” The storm from the other day had done more damage than originally realized, and Kelsey’s house had been without power for two days.

Disappointment punched me in the gut at her news. I pushed it aside and checked to make sure Holly and Josh were still pre-occupied. Then I leaned in and brushed my lips against the shell of Kelsey’s ear.

“Stay with me tonight,” I whispered, voice two-parts husky and one-part beer.

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Kelsey

Trent brushedhis lips against the shell of my ear and my entire body went berserk with need. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered.

At the sound of his I-want-to-have-sex-with-you-now voice, a tropical heat wave—complete with luau, Mai Tais, and leis—rushed to my core.

He wasn’t playing fair and he knew it.

“I can’t,” I said, voice low even though Holly and Josh weren’t paying attention to us. “I’ve got tons to do before my photography class next week.”

Trent’s mouth transformed into the smile I was more than familiar with. It was the smile that claimed he would have me changing my mind faster than I could say pussy.

That, I didn’t doubt.

“Then maybe we should go now so you can get in more studying.” He might have said that, but the teasing in his tone confirmed what his smile had said. Along with an underlying, “Good luck with that goal.”

Because we had both driven to the bar, I followed him back to his condo in my car. On the way, my body listed the benefits of having sex with him before I returned home.

And the list was lengthy.

My brain even threw in a few suggestions, trying to be a good sport for once.

True to Trent’s word (or smile), the moment we stepped onto the elevator, his fingertips skimmed the back of my neck, sending heated tremors down my spine.

With his free hand, he pulled me against his hard body, letting me feel exactly how much he wanted me.

As if there had been any doubt.

He had already proved it to me several times last night. And because of this, my sexual confidence was at an all-time high.

I was ready…ready to be adventurous and wild in bed—just like the heroines in my favorite romances.

As I leaned in to taste his lips, the elevator door pinged open. And yes, I might have cursed at it in my head a few times.

And then a few more times for good luck.

Trent threaded his fingers with mine and led me to his apartment. The door had barely closed behind us and our shoes kicked off before I was pressed against it. My brain attempted to remind my body that we should leave now, so I could experiment with my camera before bedtime. My body shushed it, saying, “Not now. We’re busy.”

Taking my reaction as a good sign, Trent walked backwards, his mouth still attached to mine, my arms around his neck.

He bumped into something and stopped moving—and I crashed into him.

I pulled away slightly to see what had happened. He’d misgauged where the door was and had walked into the doorframe.

“Oops.” I giggled, removing my hands from around his neck, and stepped past him into the room.