He’d let his dick do the thinking last night. There was no excuse for how far he’d let things go. What the correct next action on his part was now, he didn’t know. He’d have to beg an apology and see if that fixed it.
The bathroom door swung open and a slim, dark-haired figure darted in.
Riley’s gut plummeted to the floor.
“I’m sorry,” he blurted and turned, hands up.
Erin continued to glare at him. She reached around him to the sink and turned the tap on.
“I’m sorry,” he said again. It wasn’t the best thing, but it was all he had right now.
“You let me pass out?” Erin’s whisper-voice was vicious.
“Uh...” Riley was pretty sure no one had ever let her do much of anything she didn’t already want to do.
“You went down on me and then let me pass out?”
“You...were tired...” Riley leaned against the vanity. Was the world spinning the right way? “I’m sorry, I thought you were pissed because of what happened.”
“I was a little freaked out when I thought we had sex and I didn’t remember it.” Erin planted her hands on her hips.
“Can you throw me a bone, please? Why exactly are you mad at me?”
“I sat in that car for hours not knowing what the hell happened last night. You could have popped back in and let me know before we left.”
He gaped at her. “How was I supposed to know you didn’t know?” Riley had participated in some truly confusing arguments in his life, thanks to some infuriating brothers, but this took the cake, the cake stand and the cake knife.
“You didn’t get off at all?” she asked.
“Well, no. I’m not in the habit of having sex with women who have passed out. I’m pretty sure that’s frowned on in all cultures.”
“You really just...went to sleep?” She squinted up at him.
“It took a little while, but yeah. I was kind of trapped and didn’t want to wake you up.” It’d seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
“Oh, God.” Erin buried her face in her hands. “I cannot believe I did that.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s okay?” Erin gaped at him. “That’s bad fling etiquette. Both people should get off.”
Fling. Ouch. But appropriate. It wasn’t like he was looking to get hitched or pretend he could do a long-distance relationship. He was an out of sight, out of mind boyfriend with girls who lived in his same city. He’d only disappoint someone that lived halfway around the world.
“It’s fine.” He was relieved she didn’t want to kick his ass.
“It’s embarrassing.” Erin hung her head.
“It’s really okay. You needed to unwind enough to sleep.”
“Well, thanks. I guess. I owe you.” She dropped her hands to her side, the frown gone, and in its place, that crooked little smile.
“I’ll just mark that one on my tab and add it to my winning streak.” He mimicked pulling something out of his pocket and swiped a strike on it.
“You better not wait too long to spend that.”
“I don’t think there’s room for an expiration date.” He squinted at the imaginary tally.
Erin laughed, all that tension releasing. Her shoulders dropped from around her ears and her smile reminded him all over again why he’d thrown caution to the wind last night. She grasped his hand, threading their fingers together and tugged. He swayed toward her, caught in the gravitational pull of those beautiful dark eyes of hers. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, and he swallowed.
Shit.
She was pursuing him, not the other way around.
That thought surprised him to the point he just stood there, unable to move.
Her soft lips pressed against his. All his neatly packed away memories from last night came raging back. The blood rushed to his groin and before he was consciously aware of his actions, he had a fistful of Erin’s hair wrapped around his free hand. Her breath caught, and she whimpered, the soft sound nearly drowned out by the tap.
He forced her head back and kissed her throat. He felt her whimper against his mouth more than he heard it. She grasped a handful of his shirt, her teeth nipping his lips.
At one look, he’d known she was a woman that would challenge a man. He liked that, her confidence and how they kissed. She knew what she wanted. This wasn’t the best time though. The rest of the team would come looking for a shower or some downtime soon.
Erin palmed his erection, her fingers stroking his hard-on through the fabric of his pants.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“I don’t think there’s time for that,” she whispered.
Riley couldn’t form a coherent reply. She was going to get him in trouble and he wasn’t going to give a damn. He tightened his grip on her hair and kissed her mouth.
What he wouldn’t give for a weekend, a hotel and her.
He let go of Erin and sucked down a breath.
“Sh.” She laid her finger across his lips for a moment.
The twinkle in her eye wasn’t to be trusted. That was mischief staring right back at him.
She grabbed his belt buckle and released the catch with what seemed like a flick of her fingers.
“Erin.” He grabbed her wrist, but the other escaped him. Besides, it wasn’t like he traveled with a stash of condoms. Fooling around was only going to leave him frustrated, and not in a good way.
She got the tab of his pants open and slid her fingers into his boxers.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
He bent his head and pressed his lips to hers briefly.
“This isn’t going to work,” he said.
“Sure it is. Kiss me, pull my hair a little, and I’ll do the rest.” She wrapped her hand around his
