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Her tone amused me. “What’s wrong?” I asked, turning to see she was stiff as a board and staring straight up.
“I’m wearing a bra but no panties. It’s weird.” She met my gaze. “Do you have my panties?”
I sighed. So much for relaxing. Sophie sucked at it. I stretched and flipped over on my stomach so I could search around the foot of the bed for her panties. I had tossed them somewhere in that general direction. “Are you really leaving?” I asked as I felt around the floor.
“Yes. I have to get some sleep because tomorrow I have to do wedding planning with Bella. If I’m tired I’ll be bitchy because I do not enjoy wedding planning with Bella. And then Bella will cry. And I will want to murder her.”
“Fair enough.” I found the panties and lifted them in the air in triumph. “Got ’em. I drank too much to drive you home, but I’ll get you an Uber and ride home with you.” My issues with alcohol were my own problem. My golden rule was never to drive. I didn’t need to kill someone because I didn’t know how to deal with my own personal shit.
She took the panties and looped them over her feet. She shimmied them up her legs and lifted her ass, giving me a mouthwatering view. I really wanted to tap that again, but she was determined. She noticed me eyeing her pussy and she snapped her panties back into place with the world’s most adorable blush.
“You don’t have to go with me,” she said. “I’m sure I’ll be fine in an Uber.”
“It’s two in the morning. Look, I may not be sober, but I’m not an asshole.”
Her pause was so extensive, I wasn’t sure what in the fuck was going to come out of her mouth. But she just nodded. Reluctantly, I found my pants and pulled them on. Screw the briefs. I was free-ballin’. “Do you want some shorts and a T-shirt?” I asked her. “That dress didn’t look comfortable enough to want to cram yourself back into it.”
I couldn’t really say what compelled me to make that offer, other than Sophie didn’t seem like the girl who ran around in tight dresses all the time. Ripping those fake eyelashes off had kind of proved that. Sophie stood up and came over to me. She gave me a smile and reached up and kissed me softly.
“You’re not really the big bad wolf, do you know that?”
Embarrassed, I wasn’t sure what to say.
“Thank you,” she said. “But I’m fine. And thanks for making me come.”
That made me snort. “You’re welcome. Same.” I turned and found myself a shirt.
In the living room she struggled back into her dress. “Can you zip this thing?”
“Sure.” I took the zipper up slower than was necessary, kissing the back of her neck softly. She shivered and I felt a deep, dark satisfaction.
When the Uber showed up I realized it was a guy I went to high school with. That was annoying. His name was Brian and he grinned at me as I opened the door for Sophie. “Hey, Jordan, what’s up? Having a good night?”
“Better than you,” I told him, slipping into the backseat behind Sophie. I put my hand on her knee. I couldn’t resist touching her.
When my caresses went higher than was strictly polite, she glanced over at me, raising her eyebrows in reprimand. I gave her a dirty grin and shifted my hand back to her knee. She was silent for the ride and when Brian tried small talk I told him flat out I wasn’t going to talk to him.
He snorted. “You’re such a dick.” He glanced at Sophie in the rearview mirror. “If you’re looking for a local, there are a lot better options than Cain. Just saying.”
“I got exactly what I was looking for,” Sophie said in that matter-of-fact way she had of speaking.
Brian’s eyebrows shot up. “Damn.”
I grinned. “Hey, she told you.”
When we pulled up to Sophie’s house, I had to admit to being slightly shocked. I knew it would be big, but this was next level. It was jutting out over the water, a massive gray beast. A shit-ton of lights were ablaze but the blinds were closed so I couldn’t see inside. “I’ll walk you to the door. Brian, give me a minute.”
Sophie didn’t respond. She just got out of the car and went up the walk, digging in her purse. I thought she would take out a key but she pulled out her phone. “There’s an alarm,” she explained. “I have to use the app to let it know that it’s me. It’s fingerprint identification.”
Of course. “Nice view.” I gestured to the bay. The house was situated so that two of the four sides were facing the water.
“It is.”
We were in front of the door then and she looked impatient, eager to get inside. Away from me. I took her phone out of her hand and went to her contacts. I put my number in. “Text me sometime.” I didn’t think she would. And I didn’t think I actually wanted her to. But it felt like the right thing to say.
She nodded. “Thanks, Cain. I had…fun.”
It wasn’t the right word and we both knew it. It had been more intimate, more shattering, than a bar hookup. Fun meant playful and standard. Two people getting each other off. This had been different. But I didn’t know the right word for it. I didn’t know why. So I just said, “Me too.”
