Lag (The boys of RDA #2)(26)
Trey slides the glass full of dark liquid he poured for me across the counter before he scoops up two pieces of pizza and sits beside me on a tall stool.
“I told you all of it on vacation. I’ve been working for a promotion like this since I started. I didn’t expect to move to California to get it, but I couldn't pass up the chance.” I take a cautious sip of my drink and am pleasantly surprised it’s pop.
“What’s Elena do when you two aren’t lying on the beach?" he questions when the conversation lulls.
As much as she annoys, me I’m so proud of my little sister and won’t pass up the chance to praise her to someone else. I’d never do it to her face. "She’s at home with my parents in Buffalo right now working on her final year of college getting an education degree. She wants to teach in an inner city school. Her plan was to come live with me in New York, but I’m not sure what she’ll do now.”
“You two sound close. I bet they miss having you at home.”
I finish chewing the big bite of food I’d taken before I answer. “I didn’t get home as much as I should have even in New York, but I think my parents are ready for us to be out of the house. They’re both travelers and have planned some big trips once Elena is on her own.”
“Are you planning to go home for the holidays?”
“I don’t know, but my old boss, Jay, has already said he’s coming to visit me this spring. He keeps emailing me links to all the places he says we have to visit."
I laugh as I remember the last email from Jay where he demanded I take him to Alcatraz so he could see a ghost. I eye rolled him until I read the attached article, which did made the place sound a little spooky.
“Jay, huh? Yes, I’d like to meet this Jay as well.” Trey isn’t laughing with me. The possessive side I’m starting to pick out in him is in full view again.
“Yes, and if I’m lucky he’ll bring his girlfriend, Stacy, because she’s one of my closest friends in New York.”
He smiles and shakes his head knowing I’m on to him.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The dishes clank together as Trey throws my plate on top of his in the sink.
I stand from my stool and wander to his large window in the living room. “I love your place.”
“Thanks, the view’s better upstairs, but I think inviting you to my bedroom might be a bit presumptuous at this point in the night.”
I giggle snort from nerves in the most unladylike way imaginable. Get a grip, Simone.
Trey crosses the area in the living room decreasing the distance between us. He throws his hands in the air, palms out. “I promise, no bedroom antics.”
For a split second I consider asking him to describe these antics, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
Trey prowls to his black leather sofa, his movements fluid like a large cat stalking its prey. I turn to keep an eye on him like you’re supposed to do when faced with a predator.
He takes a seat in the middle of the sofa and turns his head in my direction with a small smile. “Unless you’d like to find out what I’d do to you on my bed.”
I shake my head at his attempt and turn back to stare out his window as people walk by.
“You come off as a strong woman, Simone, but every once and a while I see the look in your eye.”
“Yeah? What kind of look is that?” I question.
Trey leans back against the couch. “The kind that makes me think you’d like to hand over a little control every once and a while.”
Not sure if he’s serious. I maintain my position by the window staring at him rather than the view and remain silent.
“Can we test it out?” His hand slips over the top of his thigh and smooths the material down to his knee.
I track the movement and nod my agreement. The conversation switched within a blink of my eye, but my body thrills from excitement with his words.
“Good,” he spreads his legs farther apart before tapping on them twice, “come sit on my lap, Simone.”
Huh? My body wants to follow his order and it jerks when I force it to not move. From the smile that spreads across his face, Trey understands my reaction.
“Just try it,” he coaxes from his spot on the couch.
With slow steps I cross from the window and stand between his legs.
“Sit.”
I start to debate exactly what he means. How should I sit? To the side of him with my legs thrown over? On the other side of the couch? I muster all my courage, take a deep breath, admit that isn’t what Trey wants, and then slide my body over his, straddling him with a leg on each side.
Our height difference is minimal in this position, and our heads almost line up. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Trey asks as his mouth lowers to mine before I answer.
His mouth fits over my lips in a passionate kiss like those we shared a month ago. It doesn’t take long before I’m lost to him and our desire for one another again. The room falls away from me and the only thing that matters is Trey.
His hands rest on my thighs, and I wish I had worn a dress today rather than these wide-leg black pants I’m in now. His touch on my bare skin is the one thing I miss most from our time on vacation. His hands move up my legs as his mouth opens, asking to be let in.
The hard press of his body against mine as our tongues duel causes me to forget where his hands went. My skin tingles as they begin to slide up my back underneath the thicker blouse I wore to work today. I push back forcing him to tighten his grip on my over sensitive skin.