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He blinked, opened his mouth, snapped it shut, then blinked again.
I grinned. “Yes.”
“Jesus.”
“Everyone does it.”
“I know but—”
I dropped the massager on the mattress and plopped down next to it. “Even you, Nick. I bet you do it more than the rest of us.”
“Charlie,” he growled with a glare aimed my way.
I crept my fingertips over the curve of the wand and wiggled my eyebrows. “You into long showers, Nick?”
“Shut it, Charlie.” He slammed the empty bottle on the table and leaned forward, dropping his elbows on his knees. “God, your brother is a real asshole for not being here.”
“Wanna fuck with him?”
He dragged his fingers through his hair and his gaze snapped up to mine. “What do you mean?”
“How do you think he’d feel about us rooming together?”
“He’d hate it.”
“Exactly. Come here.” I patted the bed and waited for him to weave his way over. He caught himself on the corner and steadied himself before shuffling between the wall and mattress.
“God, that shit is going straight to your head, isn’t it?”
“Yes, thank fuck.” Weaving on his feet, his gaze landed on my boobs. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
“They’re just boobs, Nick. Your mom has them.”
His eyes squeezed shut. A flush spread over his cheeks, the liquor warming him from the inside out.
Off balance Nick was actually kind of fun to watch.
“Nope. No talking about anything on my mother or father. Nada.”
“God, you must be fun in the bedroom. Yeesh.” I unlocked my phone. “Take your shirt off.”
He didn’t even argue, which told me just how hard the tequila was hitting him. Good, the sphincter would stop being so stubborn and just sleep in the bed.
His black Henley hit the floor.
My mouth ran dry.
Dark hair curled over his hard chest, narrowing to a trail running along the valley of his abdomen and disappearing behind his zipper to the thick bulge there.
Ummm…
He flicked open the button of his jeans, his eyes following my gaze as I followed the hair even farther down.
He smirked. “I’m not hard.”
He said it like he was proud of the fact. Proud of that super self-control.
And all I could think was if he was that big and not hard, how big was he when—not the point.
