Page 10 of Over the Edge

Wow. She’dreallymisread him. She’d been sure he reciprocated her wild attraction to him. But all he’d been after was his damned car keys. Her stomach roiled with bile.

She’d almost made a colossal fool of herself. Talk about near misses. Thank goodness she hadn’t finished that declaration of feelings for him.

Why then, didn’t she feel relieved at having dodged an embarrassing bullet? Why, instead, did she feel kicked in the teeth? Dammit, she still had a thing for him, whether or not he reciprocated in any way.

Reaching deep for the training he’d given her—how ironic was that?—she forced down her feelings and focused on action. She took off running, putting on a burst of speed to race past him. Reaching his car, she plastered her back against the driver’s door, her arms spread wide.

“I’m not letting you drive, Trevor.”

“Why do you care what I do?”

As if she was going to answer that honestly! She told the only part of the truth fit for his consumption, saying, “I care because you’re my teammate. We look out for each other. We’refamily.”

He glared at her, finally muttering, “Family lets you down, sometimes.”

She blinked, surprised. “Really? My mom always has my back.”

“Lucky you.”

He reached for her, no doubt to bodily toss her aside. Rather than wait for him to overpower her, which he could certainly do, she flung herself forward and wrapped her arms around his neck again, hanging on with her not inconsiderable strength.

This embrace had nothing to do with their kiss. It was merely the most effective tactic to prevent him from getting in his car and driving under the influence.

He absorbed her momentum as she slammed into him, his arms going around her. “Are you mad, Marlow?”

“You’re the one who taught me a good offense is the best defense.”

Unfortunately, her ambush had the effect of burying her face far too intimately against his neck. And smashing her breasts against his chest.Gulp. And pressing her belly far, far too intimately against his nether regions. Hismalenethers.

Her lips moved against his neck as she said, “I’m not letting you go until you promise me you won’t drive.”

“Seriously?”

“I mean it,” she threatened.

Because her entire body was plastered against his, she felt him exhale hard in irritation.

“Fine. I’ll take your bloody cab. But you’re riding with me. You’ve drunk as much as I have, and you have less body mass than me.”

“Promise?”

“I give you my word.”

Well hell. That probably meant she should let him go, now. Except she really didn’t want to. When was the next time she would get an excuse to mash herself up against him like this?Basically never.

Let go of the man you’d give anything to be with.

Her arms either didn’t hear her or ignored the order.

Seriously. He’s going to think you’re a weirdo stalker.

Reluctantly, she stepped back. She glanced down and gasped. Her aggressive hug had dragged her top down, and a lot of her sexy, black lace bra stuck out the top of her shirt. She grabbed the neck of the silk shell and yanked it up hastily.

“Too bad,” Trevor murmured. “I was rather enjoying the view.”

Her shocked gaze snapped up to his in time to catch the crooked smile that bent one corner of his mouth upward. His gaze slid away from hers and his chin ducked almost as if he was embarrassed at his comment. Surely not. Mr. Cool-Calm-and-Collected didn’t do embarrassment. He was far too self-confident for that.

She texted a ride-share driver to come pick them up, and got a text back that the car would arrive in four to six minutes.

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