Page 67 of Drive Me Crazy

His left leg is thrown over the back, stretching the fabric tight over his rock-hard thighs. He's covered in tattoos, but it's the one on his bicep that draws me to him.

I creep over, leaning in to read the script that's wrapped around his muscled arm. I blink, focusing on the scrolling ink. I gasp, covering my mouth as it hits me.

"Harper." He whispers, sending chills over me as I read the word again. "Why are you watchin’ me sleep?"

"Sorry!" I jump back, wincing. "Gotta go!" I step away, holding my breath as I attempt my getaway.

"Stop!" I freeze at his request, craning my neck as he sits up. "Where ya goin'?"

I throw my thumb over my shoulder. "Home."

"They know you're here," he runs his hand over his face. "I sent Landon a text when I found you."

I side eye the door, wanting to slip out of this sticky wicket I've found myself in. "Oh! So, you what? Swung by and happened up on me or something?"

"The... or something." He stands, adjusting his clothes. I compel my mouth to close to the point I can at least bite my bottom lip to curb my starving libido. Get a grip, Harper!

I gasp, fanning myself. "I feel a little sick, I think I need some water."

"Probably dehydrated." He murmurs as he brushes past me, sending a chill over me.

"Uh, okay. Maybe?" I turn, following him into the kitchen.

He hands me a bottle of water and then leans against the opposite counter. "Do you often break and enter?"

I spurt water out of nose, shooting it across the room at him. I wipe my chin, gaping. "Say what now? Huh? No!"

"I remember a few times you've entered without breaking." He flashes his mischievous grin and I melt.

I narrow my eyes at him. "If I remember correctly, I had an accomplice, and he was also the instigator."

"So, you say." He smiles and pulls his mouth to the side. "What happened last night?"

"I wanted a break." I lift my shoulders, letting them fall easily. "No, not true. I wanted to break."

He nods slowly, his eyes catching mine. "You did."

"Sorry about that, I couldn't think of anywhere else to go." I lie. Not my best defense, but I have no other.

He tilts his head, searching my gaze. "We should talk."

"Let me jump in the shower, maybe brush my teeth first and then I'm all yours." There's that sound. The one pounding out the sweetest rhythm in my ears, like morse code to my heart.

His eyes run down my body, then he shifts. "Yeah, are you going to do that here?"

"Well, my clothes are upstairs." I cock my brow.

"Oh, yeah." His eyes flash with a wicked gleam. "I remember now."

"Did you undress me last night?" I stutter through my words, blushing and feverish from the thought.

He cuts his eyes toward the back door. "I'm gonna go for a run, I'll be back."

"Ridge?" He turns, walking over to grab his shoes as I follow him. "Tell me! You undressed me, didn't you?"

He pushes the door open, stopping halfway. He leans in, his eyes smoldering. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I can't believe you!" I gape, stunned as I watch him close the door, grinning like a fool. Words fail me, though the butterflies in my stomach know what to do. "There's something to be said about a bad boy that's a damn fine man."