Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(93)

The single shoulder he lifts without any confirmation is plenty telling enough even without the words to accompany it.

He turns, using the rail to rest his good elbow on. “I think we need to talk about that.”

“Your sex drive as a teenager?”

He snickers. “No, smartass,” he wraps an arm around me and tugs me into his side. “We need to talk about sex, though.”

“Oh. That.”

The smile he fights still makes an appearance, though short lived. “Yeah. That. I want to make sure you’re ready and not feeling pressured to do anything with me. Like I said, I didn’t bring you with me for that. All I expected was to spend time with you and make sure you weren’t alone. Nobody should be during the holidays.”

His words send little sparks throughout my body. “I know that’s not why I’m here, but I want that experience with you. It’s not like we haven’t done other things already.”

“Don’t remind me,” he mumbles, tipping his head back. “I don’t want to embarrass myself in public.”

“How would you do that?”

The laugh he gives me is both amused and pained. “Babe, I’m a walking erection when I’m around you.”

My eyes widen, but I can’t help but grin as I sneak a peek in the general direction he’s referring to.

“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” he asks, pecking my lips and smiling down at me like he doesn’t mind that I am at all.

Because I definitely am.

“I’m ready,” I promise him.

To leave here with him.

To go back to his childhood home.

To forget the bits and pieces from the beginning of the semester.



When we get back to his house, there’s anticipation building deep in my bones. He opens the door for me, helps me out of my jacket, and all I can think about is what else he’ll help me take off when it’s just us.

I think about how he’ll slowly strip me of my jeans and sweater and take his time peeling the cute pair of panties I have on down my legs.

We’ve never been fully naked together in all the times we found ourselves in bed and experimenting on one another’s bodies. Sometimes, a shirt will come off, maybe two, and buttons on jeans will come undone and zippers will be pulled down. I’ve never been fully comfortable stripping bare, even though Danny has never made me feel anything other than comfortable.

The ache between my legs is intense as we walk hand in hand down the hall until we get to the large open den and kitchen area. His hand moves from mine to the small of my back, guiding me in first to see a reality show playing on the television with his grandmother sitting on the couch with a glass of red wine.

“I thought Doc told you to stop drinking that,” Danny tells her, walking over and pecking her cheek in greeting.

Grandma Meadow looks up at him, her eyes narrowed and ready to fight. “I thought your doctor told you to stop playing football and get surgery. Guess we’re both shitty listeners, aren’t we, boy?”

All Danny does is snicker.

When his grandma turns to me, I try hiding the fact I’ve been thinking about all the dirty things I want to do with her grandson. “I heard he took you to the pier. Did you go to Maggie’s for dinner? Or did the cheapskate take you to one of the booths before showing you the harbor?”

Danny rolls his eyes, answering before I can with an amused, “Give me some credit, Grandma. She needed a proper New England meal. Can you believe she’s never had a crab cake before?”

That gets the older woman’s attention, her eyes going back to me. “Did you at least like them?”

I can’t lie to her. “The seasoning was…” It still makes me want to rinse my mouth out. Turns out, Old Bay and I don’t get along. “A little much for my liking. But the clam chowder was delicious, and Danny shared his seafood medley with me.”

Danny grabs a hold of my hand. “You should know that Grandma M puts Old Bay on anything she can get away with. The woman would snort it if she could.”

“Don’t give her any ideas,” Caroline chides, walking into the room with a glass of wine matching her mother’s. “I don’t need to rush anyone else to the hospital this week.”

I crack a smile when the oldest Bridges in the room huffs in exasperation. “Leave me be to watch my Kardashians. I think Khloe is about to lose it. ‘Bout time, too.”

Danny wasn’t kidding when he said she was obsessed. I wonder what she’d say if I told her one of my sister’s knew the famous celebs. Before I can offer that information, Danny squeezes my hand and tips his head toward the stairs.

He says goodnight to his family, I offer them a shy wave when both women look between us and the contact we’re making, before similar smiles appear on their faces.

Thankfully, we’re walking away before they can see me blush. Do they know what we’re up to? Do they care? Even though I want nothing more than to spend the night with Danny, part of me feels weird knowing it’s in their house.

Make it count.

When we make it to the top landing, Danny stops us. “I thought we could watch that panel discussion you told me about. It was posted today, right?”

My heart does a backflip in my chest. “I didn’t know you were even listening when I told you about that.” He’d been texting with Caleb about something that made him look distracted while I blabbered on about the question-and-answer panel my favorite author was doing.