He signaled the server and when she stopped by their table, he ordered two more beers without taking his eyes off Kelsey.
Her cheeks burned and her toes curled inside her shoes.
He leaned across the table, eyes darker than normal, his thumbs tracing the condensation on the glass. It had her on the edge of her seat. Something as simple as wiping a thumb on a glass had her turned on. The action was hot and stimulating and had her craving to have those thumbs on her, tracing against her skin, dragging down the curves of her body.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, pressing her thighs together.
It was clear—he was not going to back down. She nearly caved, giving in and calling him the winner right then. Only, she felt an urge to keep going. Maybe it was because she felt the need to prove something to Davis. That she didn’t need him or anyone else worrying about her or taking care of her. Or maybe she just needed to prove something to herself.
And if it was only that last one—it was enough for her.
CHAPTERTWELVE
DAVIS
Davis had seenKelsey tipsy more than once in his lifetime. He’d seen her drunk a handful of times too. And tonight, she was definitely tipsy. They’d gone past their usual banter and moved right into flirting. And a flirtatious Kelsey was something entirely new. It was hot and exciting, and if she didn’t stop, he would surely offer to push this relationship to the next level. With an emphasis on hoping the next level was them finally sharing that most anticipated kiss. If it went beyond that, he wouldn’t complain.
Pushing the door to their hotel room open, he held it for her to enter first. She stumbled inside, laughing. He entered behind her, closing the door.
She’d barely been in the room for more than two seconds and she was already kicking off her shoes. She tossed her purse onto the floor, then flopped onto the bed.
The bed.
What the?
Davis spun around, just to make sure. But nope. His eyes hadn’t deceived him. There was only one bed.
In the past, before Kelsey and Ricky had gotten together, a shared hotel room, even a shared bed wasn’t a problem. But that felt like a lifetime ago. And sharing a bed with Kelsey, right now, after the flirtatious actions on both their ends, felt like a very bad idea.
He didn’t trust himself to not step over the imaginary friendship line they’d drawn in permanent marker years ago.
She pushed off the bed and wriggled out of her jacket, tossing it onto a chair before she began unbuttoning her blouse.
Davis’s throat went dry, and he scratched the back of his head, glancing away even though he was tempted to look. “Um. What’re you doing?”
“I gotta get out of this outfit. It’s so scratchy and restrictive.”
“Okay, but, Kels, there’s a bathroom.”
She snorted a laugh. “Oops. Sorry. You’re so modest, Davis.”
“Not modest, just . . .” He paused, not even sure what to say. He searched through his fuzzy brain, sifting through words, but unable to grasp any. The alcohol was clearly messing with his ability to form the right words from his database.
Davis dropped both of their bags onto the floor and when he glanced up, Kelsey had already stepped out of the gray slacks and stood there in a bra and panties.
Very lacy panties.
“Whoa.” He shielded his eyes.
“Sorry.” She giggled again. “Hold on, almost done.”
He swung his attention back to her slowly, watching as she tugged a sweatshirt from her bag and then flung it across the room at him. It smacked him in the face and his teeth bit down against his lower lip.
Hard.
“You may have everyone else fooled into thinking Garrett is the player, but you forget.” She paused, placing her hands on her hips, and drawing his attention there, before traveling up her torso, zoning in on the cotton bra hugging her full breasts too tightly. “I’ve been your best friend for years. I know your deepest, darkest secrets.”
He tossed her back the shirt and she pulled it over her head before plopping onto the bed again and leaning back on her hands.
