Page 76 of Just One of the Groomsmen
Then she winked at him—or tried, anyway. It was twitchy and the other eye half closed, too.
He wasn’t sure what kind of drinks they served in that club, but she’d obviously had more than enough of them.
Last night she’d made it clear that she wanted to go slow. Coming over like this landed in the mixed-signals category, but that was the thing with alcohol. It made a mess of logical thoughts and played a little too loose with inhibitions.
After taking a quick moment to glance at the ceiling and fortify his self-control, he quickly maneuvered her so she sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna get you some water and aspirin before I put you to bed.”
She slowly crossed one leg over the other, her skirt hiking so high he got a glimpse of lacy purple panties. “You meantakeme to bed.”
He straightened and scrubbed a hand over his face.
His body didn’t get the memo about not taking her to bed, so he got to walk around his kitchen aroused and suddenly way too awake and aware of the beautiful woman in his bed.
His best friend.
Shit.This had disaster written all over it.
There was crossing boundaries and then there was plowing through them with a tank, and now it was up to him to ignore the want that seared through his veins as he took in her sexy curves and those bare legs and take it slow.
After talking her into taking the pills, he nudged her back on the bed and pulled the covers over her.
Her fingers circled his wrist. “I know we barely kissed yesterday, and I don’t wanna sound like one of those clingy chicks, but are you gonna keep kissing other girls? Gonna keep flirting with Brittany over text? I just need to know.”
Oh. That helped explain some of whatever was going on. “I only texted her a few times. We haven’t gone out on a date or kissed, and she texted me tonight—”
Addie shot up, eyes ablaze.
“But I told her I’d started seeing someone.”
Because he hadn’t wanted to mess things up with Addie, no matter how out of his league he felt, and he still worried he was going to screw it all up, especially right now.
He eased her back down. “No kissing other girls, I swear.”
“You haven’t kissed me tonight, either,” she said, and the pout returned.
He tapped her lips, earning a scowl. “Because if I kiss you, and you start getting all handsy again, it’ll be hard to stop.”
“So?”
He grabbed her hand, halting its downward progress, and laced his fingers with hers. “So,you’re drunk and we’re taking it slow, remember?”
“What if I changed my mind?” she asked, and he shook his head. She frowned. “Was it my moves? I knew I wasn’t doing them right. Lexi told me guys were simple. A few hair flips and toying with your dress strap, add a wink, andbam!”
He bit back a grin, knowing it’d piss her off or hurt her feelings. “Not your moves.”
He almost added that he’d be equally tempted by her ponytail, stripping off her sweatshirt, and a solid shoulder punch, but that might have the opposite effect of hitting the brakes.
Trying to reason with a drunk chick was as difficult as getting a defense attorney to admit his client was guilty.
She let out an epic sigh. “I’m in a freaking dress, and still I scare off guys. I already know I’m a two-date-maximum kind of girl. The girl you date before you decide you want, like, a girlie girl.”
“You know better than anyone that I don’t scare easily.” He tucked her arm underneath the covers and stood, moving far enough away that she’d have a hard time reaching him, even if she broke free.
“You’re literally pulling away, Tuck.”
“That’s because, as I said, I’m not taking advantage of your drunken state. But believe me, I want to.”
She sighed again. “I guess that’s at least something.”
