Kiss and Don't Tell(38)

“Maybe, but I saw the way you two were looking at each other back there.” He nods to the backyard. “That wasn’t nothing.”

“Well, it’s nothing that needs to be talked about.” I push off the counter and say discreetly, “Don’t say anything about Josh. I don’t need the guys talking about it.”

“Your secret is safe with me, but I do think you need to tell Winnie.”

“Yeah, I know,” I answer, even though telling Winnie about Josh is the last thing I want to do, especially after how we just ended things with awkward uncertainty. “Thanks for the chat,” I say as I head down the hallway to my room.

She dated Josh.

Fucking Josh.

Out of all the people in the world, the one person who treated her like hell, it has to be Josh.

Makes me hate the fuck even more.

As I close in on Winnie’s room, I consider checking on her to make sure she’s okay. We were in an intimate position, a position I would fucking love to repeat, especially if I’m able to repeat the shock in her eyes and the heady feel of her increased breath. But then I think better of it. She’s probably embarrassed. Embarrassed by our conversation, her admission, and for being caught by Levi, even though he played it off as nothing.

But if she’s embarrassed, it might be a smart idea to reassure her everything is good between us.

I pause and look over my shoulder at her door. Hell, should I knock?

She bolted pretty quickly.

Maybe she wants to be left alone.

Then again, she also trusted me with some private information. I want her to know whatever we talked about is between us.

Hell.

I spin on my heel and before I can stop myself, I knock on her door and call out her name. “Winnie?”

This time, I hear her footsteps against the hardwood floor. The door opens and her face peeks through the crack.

“Hi,” she says, not showing her body, just her face.

Is she naked behind that door? Wouldn’t I like to know?

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Fine,” she answers casually.

“Okay, because you took off pretty fast and I’m sure that wasn’t the kind of position you’d want one of the guys to find us in.”

“Seemed as though Levi was good with it,” she answers, more casual than I anticipated. She’s brushing me off, and I don’t know if it’s because she’s got something going on in her room and I’m disturbing her, or if it’s because she’s embarrassed by what happened. Either way, I need to let her know everything is cool between us.

“I don’t want things to be awkward tomorrow.”

“Why would they be awkward?” she asks.

“Uh, I don’t know . . . because you’re acting awkward right now.”

“Oh.” She glances down at herself. “I was just trying to be modest.” She opens the door wider and her body comes into view. She’s dressed in a thin, pink tank top, and it’s obvious from how the shirt is clinging to her breasts that she’s not wearing a bra. She’s paired the top with a pair of dark purple silk shorts.

There’s nothing overtly sexy about the pajama set, but the way the two articles of clothing cling to her body makes all the blood in my body rush to my dick.

Hell. She’s so goddamn gorgeous. But she’s not just gorgeous—she’s fun, she’s bubbly, she’s interesting. Josh let her go? How? And then I think about her comment about the orgasms. What the fuck is wrong with Josh? How could he not spend his time worshipping this girl in bed? From her hot-as-hell tits to her curves, I would spend a decent time making it known just how hot I think she is.

“I wasn’t trying to be weird . . . I mean, yeah, maybe I felt a little weird, but that’s because of what I told you. I mean, who confesses something like that to someone they just met? So, that was embarrassing. I never should’ve told you that.” She’s rambling, but all I can focus on is the gloss on her lips and the bounce of her tits as she talks. “Anyway, I’m sorry for making things awkward. That’s on me. I hope you’re not weird with me.” She places her hand to her forehead. “God, I told you that you were big in all places. That’s just . . . inappropriate. I’m sorry. I seem to have lost my mind around you. Won’t happen again. It’s just—”

I move in close to her, and she audibly catches her breath as I slowly move my hand to her hip and pin her against her bedroom wall. Fuck, I want to know what those lips taste like.

I only keep one hand on her because I don’t want her to feel as though she’s trapped, and also, I know if I have two hands on her, one of them is going to go where it probably shouldn’t, and that’s up her tank top, to her tits. I’d roll those hard nipples of hers between my fingers.

“There was nothing weird or awkward that happened out there,” I say, quietly.

I shouldn’t be this close. I shouldn’t even be touching her, but, Jesus, there’s something about her innocence, about her rambling, about her sweet voice that draws me in. From the moment she stepped into this cabin, wet but full of life, I was drawn to her.

“I had fun,” I add. “And I want you to know”—I lift her chin up so her eyes truly connect with mine. Once they do, I yank my hand away so it doesn’t wander—“anything you said to me out there, it stays between us.”