“Hey,” I whispered like he was still asleep. “Sorry I woke you.”
He said nothing. He just looked at me.
This was strange and a little scary. He knew what I was doing that night and he’d been cool about it. He said nothing. He asked nothing. He didn’t even give me any looks where his jaw was clenched or his lips were tight.
Now, the deed was done and he knew it’d been done.
So maybe he was no longer feeling like ignoring it or letting it go. Maybe he was feeling like reacting to it. Maybe in a not so good way. Maybe in an Italian American hotheaded macho alpha way.
Before I could ask, he twisted, stretched out an arm and grabbed something from his nightstand. He only had it in his hand for a second when he started to lounge back. But before he got into position, I froze, a chill running over my skin.
This was because “Tush” started playing from the Bose dock on his nightstand.
Fuck.
“Someone told you,” I guessed.
He shook his head.
ZZ Top rocked on as I stared at him.
Then, my throat closing on the words, I asked, “You were there?”
“Absolutely,” he answered. “You think I’d miss that?”
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
Shit!
“I thought—” I started.
“Baby, you take your clothes off right now, you do it to this song, for me. My guess, those four posts’ll hold. If you break the bed, I don’t give a fuck.”
I just stared.
“You want me to start the song again?” he offered.
What was happening?
“I—” I began.
“Christ, you were so fuckin’ hot up there, I’m still hard.”
Oh my God!
He kept going.
“I’m gettin’ that my woman puts her mind to something, everyone better watch their ass. Because whatever she’s got a mind to do, she’s gonna kick its ass.”
Relief flooded through me, along with something else. Maybe a lot of something else’s. His words singing straight to my soul, I dashed to Ren’s side of the bed and launched myself, landing on Ren.
His arms closed around me instantly and he rolled us so I was on my back and he was on me.
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes.
“Don’t remember you dancin’ horizontally, honey,” he noted.
“That kind of dancing is just for you.”
I just caught his sexy, gorgeous smile before I closed my eyes because he kissed me.
After that, we had a whole load of horizontal fun through “Tush,” “Sharp Dressed Man,” “Gimme All Your Lovin’,” “Legs” and then some.
And Ren only paused the fun to grab the remote and turn the music up.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Not a Towel Throwing Type of Girl
My ass on Ren’s counter, Ren leaning against the counter kitty corner from me, I looked up from my plate and saw my man’s eyes on me.
They were probing.
“What?” I asked.
“You good?” he asked back.
