Confusion flickered inside her. “Sex complicates things. Hmm. Really?” Was she hearing right?
“Do you ever stop arguing?”
“Sometimes.”
“Here. Take this off.” He reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt, lifting it over her head. He smoothed his gaze over her breasts, his eyes reflecting a desire that she hadn’t seen in a long time. He made her feel beautiful, although she knew she shouldn’t need any man to do that for her.
“My God. You’re like heaven on earth.” He blew out a breath. “It’s going to take every sliver of control that I have to be a gentleman, but I want to hold your naked body.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“No.”
She laughed. “We had sex while I was drunk before,” she said.
“Yeah, and you see where that got us?” He cocked a thick brow.
She could see his point. Although, she didn’t feel like she was being illogical because of the alcohol but she respected that Creed was a pure gentleman.
He laid her back onto the bed and shifted beside her, wrapping a beefy arm around her and pulling her into the hard curve of his body. “If I can’t find relief in one way, this is the next best thing. I like this. A lot.” He nuzzled his face in her hair.
She smiled, falling into the cloud of warmth surrounding them. He was so warm she didn’t need a blanket. “I hear what you're saying but something else didn’t get the memo.” She wriggled her hip against his bulging erection.
“Yeah, it’s a bit stubborn, and painful.”
“I could ease some of the tension,” she teased.
“And there’d be no stopping. It’ll come, Mindy. Trust me, it’ll come.”
“What an ironic choice of words.”
He swatted her bottom playfully. “Quit teasing me. Go to sleep.”
Chapter Sixteen
CREED OPENED ONE eye and stared up at the top bunk. Hearing soft snoring next to him, he turned his cheek and saw the face of an angel. Mindy still slept and had her cheek pressed against her palm. Tendrils of her hair had fallen over her forehead. He gently lifted the silken strands away.
A soft purr came from her throat a second before her eyes fluttered open. Her big, smoky-brown eyes were surrounded with smeared mascara. She looked damn sexy. She blinked several times, staring back at him. Her plump lips curved into a sweet smile.
A smile meant they woke up with no regrets.
She stretched her arms over her head and he skirted his gaze down her naked curves, feeling himself grow by leaps and bounds. He hesitated at her perky breasts and his mouth salivated. He’d been a perfect gentleman last night but this morning the wolf in him was rearing its head.
“Mornin’,” he said in a husky voice.
“What time is it?”
He lifted himself on his elbow. Just over her shoulder, he saw the half full bottle of apple whiskey. He reached for his phone and read the time. “Six.”
“How long have you been awake? You should have woken me.” She grabbed the T-shirt from the bottom of the bed and held it against her nakedness. Disappointed, he groaned.
“I just woke up.” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
She swept her gaze down to where his excitement was visible. He reached over, ready to kiss her when she dodged his touch. “Sorry. I have to go.”
“You what?”
Mindy climbed over him, more confident in her naked body which made him want her even more. He flashed her his best smile and squinted when he felt the overwhelming neglected pressure in his groin.
“I have to go,” she repeated.
“Come on. Come back to bed.”
“Your people will be getting here soon.”
He watched her prance across the room, her firm bottom jiggling slightly. “Not for at least another hour. You know what we could do in that hour.”
She picked up her shirt and shook it out, looking back at him. “You had your chance last night but remember…you’re not wanting to make any mistakes.”
Damn. He should have known those words would come back to haunt him. “I’m not drunk. You drunk?” He grinned.
“You go on and flash that sexy smile at me, but it’ll do no good, Creed Hawke. I don’t plan on getting caught here with you. And I have an early morning lesson and I won’t miss it.” She grabbed her clothes and sat down at the end of the bed, pulling on her bra and then wrinkled shirt with a frown.
He stretched across the bed and walked his fingers down her bare hip and paused at the dip where the crease of her leg met groomed apex. “Ten minutes more?”
“No.”
“How about five minutes?”
“Not even five.”
“You’re killing me, you know that?” He pointed to his erection.
“No one has ever died from a hard on.”
“Are you punishing me?” he scoffed
“Not at all.”
He sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Fine. I don’t want you to stay anyway.”
“Good. We’re on the same page. Behave yourself.”
He reached out, snagged her arm and gently hauled her back into bed on top of him. “How can you expect me to behave myself when I have you here with me?”
“You’ll just have to pull yourself together.” She giggled. “By the way, you shouldn’t want me here either when people start arriving.”
“Who cares. I don’t,” he growled as he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose.
His cell vibrated.
“Oh, and there’s your phone.”
“Again, don’t care.” He swept his hand upward on the back of her thigh and squeezed her tight bottom.
“What if it’s important? What if it’s Livvy or your mom?”
“Neither text me. They call.”
Mindy pushed up on his chest. “It doesn’t change the fact that I have a lesson in an hour.
