Lag (The boys of RDA #2)(6)
He takes a drink from the cup and shrugs, I assume saying the liquor is fine. “I guess Tom likes cats.”
His easy acceptance of the situation makes me giggle and we spend a few minutes making up new, more fitting names for the bar. “The Cat’s Meow” the most suitable. Trey promises to find a comment card and make the name suggestion before our trips end in three days.
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“So we agree then. I’ll pick you up here at 10 o’clock tomorrow morning.” Trey’s body leans toward me closing the distance as we stand in the hallway outside my parents’ suite.
“Agreed.” The words are quiet, but he tilts his head in acceptance at them.
Trey steps the final length to stand beside me as I lean against the green wallpapered hallway. His arm, from wrist to elbow, props him next to me holding his cat glass as his other hand settles on my shoulder. “And you’ll wear the same cute little black bikini you had on this afternoon?”
I giggle at the way his eyes roam over me with the question. It’s the alcohol. I would never giggle like this if I wasn’t under the influence. “That was yesterday. It's definitely past midnight now.”
“Just say yes, Simone,” he makes my name sound sexual again as his tongue rubs the corner of his lips.
I tilt my head up to get a better look at him. Most of our time tonight was spent sitting on the white leather couch outside, so it isn’t until now that I clock how tall he is. When I have to look up at someone, you can guarantee they’re over six feet.
Trey moves his head to lock eyes with mine and his arm swivels to move his body closer. He peers down at me and the new position lines up our lips. One quick move and I’d easily be kissing him. I’d rub my hand along his jaw and let the small beard he's maintained bite into my hand. I want to do all of those things, but something holds me back. Could a simple kiss change it all?
Neither of us moves. My body screams for me to inch forward a little bit and close the space between us, but I continue to hesitate, for all those unknown reasons. As un-feminist as it sounds, I want Trey to make the first move.
“God, I want to kiss you, but it would never work between us. I’m in San Francisco and you’re in New York.” Trey’s body leaves mine and I want to cry out at the loss of more than just body heat.
I wrap the blanket tighter around me before I sip the last of my third Long Island from the cup in my hand. “So? Let’s make it a vacation fling. We won’t even exchange phone numbers,” I suggest to the wall behind Trey’s back. No eye contact will make it easier in case he turns me down.
I can’t believe I just suggested that, but then his face perks up and the light in his eyes returns before they meet mine with skepticism. “You’re okay with that? A vacation fling? Nothing more? Are you sure?”
I’m not sure. In fact, the only thing I’m sure of is that I’ll probably kick myself for my earlier suggestion when it comes time to board my flight. But at the moment, the tequila and I think it’s a great idea. We’ve decided it’s better to have him for even a few days than not at all.
I nod my head and promise I’m perfectly fine with my own suggestion. Trey’s mouth is on mine before the final words move across my lips. His body comes to rest on top of mine with one leg between my thighs. It happens so fast there's no time to prepare for his advances. I relax into the kiss as his mouth opens seeking entrance to mine. As our tongues duel, I let go of my death grip on the blanket and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me.
Trey’s head falls to my neck and he begins to plaster kisses from my ear to my jaw. Then he licks a small line with the tip of his tongue on the way up. My body shivers from the contact and I push a little closer to him.
“Damn! That’s some kind of kiss.” My sister’s voice carries across the empty space in the hallway, jarring us from our moment.
Trey steps back and I flash my sister the best pissed off look I have in my arsenal. “Elena, what the hell?” I try not to screech at her, but the words still come off a higher pitch than my normal voice.
She shrugs and then leans her body against the door frame, obviously not going anywhere. My left hand still has a piece of Trey’s blue shirt firmly in its grasp and I reluctantly release it, unsure when I grabbed it in the first place. My blue blanket lays on the floor around my ankles and I reach to pick it up.
“Trey, this is my annoying little sister, Elena. Elena, Trey.” I move away from the wall and stand in the middle of the hall with my back to Elena.
Trey chuckles once, but it’s humorless. “I should go anyway.”
His hand slides across his jaw and he steps away from the wall. I sigh, not wanting the night to end. Is it so much to ask that a hot guy be allowed to ravish me in the hallway on vacation? Isn’t there some island Goddess I could pray to? Sacrifice a little sister? I have one available.
I struggle for something to say so I can prolong the moment. “I’ll throw away your cup.”
His eyes move to the cup in question as it now rests on its side. “Don’t worry. I’ll toss it in my room.”
He quickly steps forward and places a kiss on my cheek on the side away from my sister. “I’ll see you at ten, Simone.” And then he turns on a heel and walks back to the elevator leaving me with Elena.