5. Kiss Me, Trouble

Why do my nails dig into my palms at the thought of Whitney with anyone other than me? "I'm not the only man you slept with in Montana?"

"Not there, but I was sort of seeing someone here on campus at the time," she admits and shrugs with a sheepish twerk of her lips.

"You're a student?"

"Grad school, Pepperdine law."

My brows arch. So, she's a smart woman. "Impressive. Does the other guy know?"

"No."

"But you named him Remington." I squint, accusing. I can see right through her. There was no other man. Only me. Why would she play it like this? Then again, I shouldn't be so sure.

Despite our connection and one special night, what do I really know about her?

Fuck, I know her scent of something happy and lemony in this elevator car is driving me insane in a very good, very hard way.

"Remy, for short." She looks about to cry. "I just liked the name. Don't read much into it."

I snicker. "At least you didn't name him Trouble." Yes, I recall—every single detail about that night.

"This isn't how I thought we'd meet again, if ever, someday." She glances wistfully away.

"You thought about me, too?" I ask. Both my voice and my face soften and before I can stop myself, I take two steps toward her, hands outstretched, ready to reunite our bodies.

Her chest heaves as I come closer, gorgeous cleavage in a v-neck blue blouse tucked into a pair of black pants. My fingertips reach out, skimming the skin on the back of her hand. Electric sizzles between us, pulsing, sending me right back in time to when we rode an elevator together in Montana.

She takes my beer bottle and sets it in front of me on the bar. "It's getting late. Walk me to my door?"

"That'd only be the right thing to do." I'm not ready to end the night, anyway, and I'll let her call the shots.

Never in my wildest dreams did I come to Montana expecting to find a woman like her here.

In the elevator, I push the button for my floor—four. She pushes hers—six. Then she glances at me sideways.

In the small elevator compartment, she takes my hand where our skin sizzles, and she pulls me forward, until her back lands on the wall, me just inches from her. She laces our fingers together.

"Why don't you kiss me, Trouble." She dares.

"You're a woman who knows what she wants, aren't you?"

"Sometimes. And you look like you know how to make a woman's dreams come true."

"What exactly do you want from me, then?" I'll take it all from her tonight, whatever she gives out.

"I think you know…" her whisper teases. She smells so fucking tantalizing, like the devil bottled up the best pussy on earth, infused it with sunshine, and turned it into a perfume, dousing her in it so I'd fall into his trap and sell my soul for one touch of her.

I make my move and kiss her softly again, landing on the sweet pillows of her lips. But I want more, my tongue swiping on the seam of hers, begging for entry. She lets me in.

My hand roams up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt, but the elevator stops and the door opens, halting my progress. She sighs and I raise off of her, thinking fast to keep her with me.

"I don't want this night to end yet," I say, eyeing my door a few feet away from here.

She moves out of my hold, exiting, turning with a coy glance back at me. "Then are you coming, Trouble?" She purrs.

I follow, my thumb swiping my bottom lip, taking in her backside. "Me? Hell, yeah, I'm coming. You? A guaranteed three times if I have anything to do with it."

She arches a brow. "You're that cocky you can make it happen?"

"Only one way to find out."

The elevator in the present comes to a sudden jerk and the doors open, catching me off guard and I stumble back a step, cutting the electrical current between us.

An alarm goes off on my phone warning me I'd better get my ass on the freeway or else, given traffic conditions in L.A., I won't make it to the Vipers' practice on time.

For fuck's sake.

I started the day with everything planned just so, excited to be joining the Vipers, never expecting Whitney to suddenly waltz in and confuse it all, and with a baby no less.