Need erupted in me. I ground myself into her, pushing her further into the brick wall.
“God.” Breathless, I stepped back. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.”
For several long seconds, Chloe looked up at me, and then, bending at the waist, she threw up all over my boots.
“And there’s the tequila.” Shaking my head, I began to rub her back in slow, soft circles. “I knew you weren’t a drinker.”
Back in the bar, she had been playing up and acting out. I just didn’t know why she was trying to be something she wasn’t. Not when she was the most interesting and sexy woman I had ever seen.
“Come on, party animal.” Helping her up, I watched as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Let’s get you home where you can sleep it off.” Easily, my arm went around her waist to help steady her. “And let’s not mention the fact you just vomited after I kissed you, ok? My ego won’t be able to take it.”
Chapter Nine
Iwoke up with my calf trapped between two hairy thighs and the kind of pain that would cripple any normal person. It was a white hot needle pain through my skull, but it wasn’t the crippling hangover headache that was freaking me out. It was those hairy legs.
Just how drunk had I been last night? I already knew the answer to that. Two drinks and I had been steaming enough to vomit if the bad taste in my mouth was anything to go by, and lose my memories, because I had no recollection of getting home or the man I’d brought with me. How did people do this every weekend? And then do it all over again. I felt lousy, and I never wanted to feel like it again.
Drinking just wasn’t me and neither was waking up in bed with a man’s naked legs trapping my own.
Turning my head caused a fresh wave of pain and nausea to rush through me and I clapped a hand over my mouth as I stared at the man sharing right back at me.
“Pocket,” I whispered into my palm. Somehow I had ended up in bed with Pocket. Pocket, who was at least ten years older than me. Pocket who was a Savage Son.
Ghost was going to kill me.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Stretching his arms above his head, his muscles bulged and my eyes bulged with them. “Enjoying the view?” He arched a dark eyebrow.
I blushed and turned my head away. “Sorry.”
“Hey.” Tenderly, he pulled my face back towards his. “Don’t go all shy on me now. Not after last night.”
A small part of me died. “I’m sorry, but whatever happened last night was…” I couldn’t finish. How could I have been so stupid?
“The kiss didn’t feel like a mistake,” he murmured. “It felt intense and new and familiar all at the same time. It was perfect until you puked all over me. Don’t get that drunk again, Chloe. Promise me. And don’t go wandering around by yourself after dark either. I want you to be safe here.”
“Kiss?” My brow furrowed. “You mean we didn’t…?” I pointedly looked down at the bed, where our bodies were clearly outlined under the quilt.
“No. I mean, I would have loved to, but you were barely conscious and I’m not into that.”
I shifted my weight. “But you undressed me?”
Again, he shook his head. “No, Sy did. I just waited to make sure you didn’t die in your sleep and must have drifted off myself. Sorry.” He gave me a rueful grin. “But I should go. People will talk if they find out I’ve been here all night. And it will get back to Ghost. He won’t like that,” he mumbled.
“No, he won’t,” I whispered. “And thank you for not taking advantage of me. It’s bad enough I don’t remember my first kiss. I can’t imagine if—”
“What?” Pocket's voice was sharp.
Mortified, I tore my eyes away from him. “It’s nothing.”
“That didn’t sound like nothing.” His hand slid up my cheek. “You don’t remember me kissing you?”
Mutely, I shook my head.
“And it was,” he swallowed hard, “your first kiss?”
I didn’t say a word as shame filled me. When he said it out loud, it sounded so pathetic. “I know it’s sad. I’m twenty-one and—”
“You’re perfect, Chloe. There’s nothing wrong with keeping yourself for someone special. There’s nothing wrong with you.”