Page 38 of Floored (Frenched 3)
“Not really. I just get cold easily.”
“You should turn up the heat.”
“Nah. Then you’d have been too hot.” I stuck my foot out and nudged his thigh. “Wasn’t that considerate of me?”
He laughed, circling my ankle with his hand. “Yes. What nice manners you have. Unlike me, showing up here uninvited.”
I clucked my tongue. “That’s right. You scared me to death, too. I nearly dialed nine-one-one!”
“Oh yeah?” Suddenly he pulled my ankle so I was lying on my back, tossed the blanket aside, and stretched out above me. “And what would you have reported?”
I giggled, a little drunk, a little delirious at his weight on me, at his face above mine in the dark. It struck me that I’d never been beneath him this way. “Help, help, there’s a man here with a large erection!” I yelled. “Who knows what he wants to do to me?”
Charlie laughed, setting his hips on mine. “I know.”
Widening my knees, I twined my legs around his, tucking my feet between his calves. “I thought you had to go.” My hands crept beneath his sweater and undershirt, sliding around his lower back.
“I do.” But he lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me softly. Kissing each lip and each cheek, and each eyelid. “I should.”
“Don’t.” I slid my hands lower, beneath the waistband of his jeans, and kissed the underside of his jaw. I put my face in the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent, my entire body shivering.
“You still cold?” He picked his head up and looked down at me.
“Yes, in fact, I think I have hypothermia and I need mouth to mouth.” I trailed kisses along his jaw, which was starting to feel scratchy under my lips.
“You don’t give mouth to mouth for hypothermia.”
“Then I need a hot injection of some kind,” I said, laughing as I dug my fingers into his ass.
“Oh, Jesus.” He kissed my nose. “You’re a bad girl, Red. I gotta go before I end up throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you up to bed.”
“Mmm, do it.”
He hesitated, and I knew he was thinking about it.
“Come on, it’s all freezing and snowy out there, the roads will be bad.” I picked my head up and tugged his earlobe with my teeth. “You know you want to stay with me.”
Groaning, Charlie got to his feet. “No. Now that’s enough, you. Quit trying to trap me here. I’m not the sleepover type.”
A second later, I sat up, bringing my feet together on the floor. “God, Charlie. I was just kidding.”
“I know.” Gone was the warmhearted, teasing Charlie of a minute ago. This one was cool and detached. “But I have to go, so no more.” He disappeared into the kitchen, and again I marveled at his ability to make it seem like somehow it was my fault we kept fooling around, and I was the only one who needed to be reminded to behave. I followed him to the kitchen, squinting at the light.
“You know, I didn’t ask you to come here tonight.” I leaned against the doorway, crossing my arms. “You’re the one who showed up saying you couldn’t stop thinking about me.”
Charlie was buttoning up his coat. “I never said I didn’t.”
“You just accused me of trying to trap you. Like I have some master plan to trick you into being my boyfriend.”
“That’s not what I meant at all, Erin.” He pulled his gloves from his pocket. “Look, I wanted to be here tonight. And I had a great time. I’m just making sure you remember what this is.”
Steam had to be coming from my ears by now. “You’re unbelievable. Get out.”
“What’d I say?”
“Get out!”
He rolled his eyes. “Erin, come on.”
