Leah
Page 19I felt my chest expand from his words. I smiled like an idiot at him as I tried again, pulling harder than before. The screen suddenly popped out, causing me to fall back and land hard on my ass. A jolt of pain shot up my tailbone and I yelped, falling to my side.
“Shit,” he cursed, knocking the screen to the floor before he climbed inside. Immediately, he knelt down beside me and his arms went around me. “Are you alright?”
I was shaking in his arms, and not from pain, but from laughter. He looked down at me, his eyebrows coming together in confusion as he watched me lose my shit in a fit of giggles. Maybe I was a little tipsy from all that vodka.
“That was so embarrassing,” I said, turning completely red. Thank God it was dark, or else he’d see how flushed I was.
He shook his head as his hand trailed down my side and settled at the top of my ass. For a second, it seemed so normal for him to rub me where he knew I was hurt, and my breath thinned as I watched his concern fade into a lazy smile.
“Nicely done,” he remarked. “Now we’ve probably woken up the entire house with all that noise.”
“You should have just come knocking on the door,” I told him.
“I know. I’m a fucking idiot, trying to be Casanova. Romance is a lot harder than I thought.”
I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing again. “It was a nice effort, especially for a guy that shouldn’t be here.”
“You want me to be here, don’t lie.”
My laughter died. He may have appeared like he was joking, but I saw a look of seriousness wash over his features, making his smile waver. Barely moving, we breathed each other in for a short while.
“You’re bad news,” I muttered to him.
He stared about my face, settling on my mouth. “You like that.”
I felt a stir at the very bottom of my stomach. Like a tiny flame growing into a fireball, it intensified. I knew the damn feeling well.
Leave it to Carter to make me feel things I hadn’t felt in forever after seeing him for only a measly few hours.
“I don’t,” I then denied, but it was obviously a lie. I didn’t even try to fake it.
“Why do you smell like alcohol?” he then asked, wrinkling his nose.
I looked behind him, and he followed my gaze to the night table. Still wrapping his arm around me, he shuffled over and grabbed it. He inspected the bottle, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Grey Goose,” he read. “Nice.”
“Thanks.”
“Why the fuck are you drinking Grey Goose straight from the bottle all by yourself, Leah? Are you some alcoholic now?”
I giggled again. Fucking giggles. “No. I just… needed something strong to shut my brain up.”
He eyed me curiously, his mouth twitching upward. “What’s your brain rattling on about?”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me, Carter. You already know.”
He stared at me for a moment, and then he nodded. Surprisingly, he took a quick gulp of the vodka and pounded it on the night table. In the dark, I watched his tongue flick out, trailing his bottom lip. “Very nice, that.”
“It’s smooth,” my tipsy ass added. “And creamy.”
“Creamy, huh?” He held me captive with his gaze, and I felt it all the way down to my bones. I could feel that desire in my centre throbbing now. I wanted to nuke it.
He let go of me then, and I was a little disappointed the moment was over, as he helped me back up to my feet. Grabbing the screen, he leaned it against the wall. “I’ll fix it in the morning,” he told me, shutting the window until it was only a few inches open.
“What are you doing here, Carter?” I asked, studying him closely.
“Going down memory lane,” he answered, kicking his shoes off. “And that entails hanging out in your bed, like we used to. With a bottle of Grey Goose, to boot.”
I raised a brow, looking sceptical. “We hung out in your bed, Carter, not mine, and we never drank Vodka in it.”
“Yeah, well, my bed is in LA, and since we’re here, I gotta improvise. Plus your brain’s rattling on, so the bottle should help.” Grabbing the bottle, he took another mouthful and proclaimed, “To new traditions.”
Then he set it down, moved to my bed and shoved aside the thin blanket before collapsing into it. I couldn’t stifle my laugh as he groaned with comfort and patted the space beside him, waiting for me.
“Come on,” he welcomed me in. “Come lay in my love nest.”
“Your love nest,” I repeated on a gasp.
“Well, it can be our love nest if you want it to.” He winked, chuckling as I looked down at my feet, fighting that damn blush. “Come on. Do I have to sing like before?”
“Don’t you dare –”
“Come inside my bed,” he sang beautifully, “I promise you won’t…forget it.”
I cringed. “Oh, my God, Carter! Stop!”
“What?”
“Awful! So, so awful!”
“That’s an understatement. I don’t remember why you won any awards now with that mouth of yours.”
“Come here and I’ll remind you how great my mouth can be.”
Fucking hell, that blush again, warming me up to no end. I shouldn’t be condoning his flirting, but he was in such a great mood, and I was so happy to see him. I didn’t think twice about it. I climbed into the bed and settled as far away from him as possible.
“Distance won’t keep me away,” he noted, cheekily.
There were more meanings in that than I’d like to have known.
“So now what?” I asked him, turning on my side to face him.
He turned and faced me too. “Now we talk,” he answered.
“About what?”
“About the first thing that pops up.”
My eyes travelled to his groin before I could stop myself, and then I groaned, “You’re trouble.”
He grinned. “No, you’re just easy.”
“That was smooth.”
“I’ve got more cheap lines, if you want.”