Breathing His Air by Debra Kayn Page B

inferno in her stomach tingled in the most hypnotic way.
    “Your turn.” He cupped the back of her head, brought her into his space, and held out his arm. “Lick, babe.”
    Oh, God. She rubbed her lips together, hesitating. Oh, God.
    He leaned closer and whispered, “Lick me.”
    She opened her mouth, hesitantly stuck her tongue out, and thoroughly swiped the barbed wire tattoo on the soft spot of his wrist. His pulse beat under her tongue, and she closed her eyes. She might’ve moaned, but she couldn’t hear herself think.
    “Drink.”
    He lifted the tequila to her lips with his other hand. The alcohol hit the salt, and before she could think about the taste, Rain held the lemon to her lips. She sucked and let the tantalizing cocktail hit her palate. Her eyes closed on their own accord.
    Half aware of floating in the air, she leaned her head against the solid object. “Rain?”
    “Taking you home, babe.”
    No one had ever carried her before that she could remember. Maybe her dad had before — she forced the thought out of her head and enjoyed the rocking motion Rain created instead. He could be nice when he wanted to be. He’d proven it twice now.

Chapter Eight
    Tori knew the moment she woke up that something wasn’t right. Afraid to move and give away her position, she tried to determine why everything felt different. The room’s temperature, cooler than what she was used to in her stuffy cabin, made the heat radiating against her back more pronounced.
    She stiffened. Her eyes opened. Her head came up. Her mouth widened. Then she scrambled to her knees on the bed and stared into Rain’s dark eyes.
    “What are you doing here?” She glanced down and grabbed the blanket, covering herself.
    The naked lust in his eyes made her feel vulnerable even though she was glad to see she still wore the sundress she put on last night. “God, what did we do?”
    He chuckled, pushing himself off the hide-a-bed. “Settle down.”
    “Settle … ?” She gaped. “Are you joking? This isn’t funny. I didn’t bring you home last night. I wouldn’t have done such a thing. Ever.”
    “Are you sure?” He grabbed his shirt off the chair.
    When she tried to remember, the heaviness in her head returned. She sank down on her bottom and stared at the sheet on her makeshift bed. She hadn’t even taken the time to put the bedding on or pull the couch apart to check the condition of the mattress. She shivered. Who knew what gross crawly things lived in the bed?
    She glanced over at Rain, but he’d disappeared into the bathroom. The pile of leather clothing draped over a stool in the corner seemed out of place. That wasn’t …
    “Rain!” She winced as her head rebelled at the noise.
    He walked out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his hand. She pointed at the room. “This is not my cabin.”
    “True.” He smiled as if it was cute of her to notice.
    “It’s yours?”
    “Yeah.” He studied the room. “You drank too much. I took care of you.”
    She frowned, thinking over what she could remember. Her cheeks warmed, and apparently she could remember a lot. “For your information, I don’t drink. Well, I do, but not to get drunk. Ever.”
    “You say that word a lot. Haven’t you ever heard you’re never supposed to say ever?” He grinned.
    “Never say never,” she corrected him.
    “So, you’ve heard it?” He handed her the toothbrush. “Just opened it for you. It’s new. Thought it might make you feel better if you could brush your teeth. Once you’re done, we’ll talk.”
    “I’m being serious.” She crawled off the bed, her panic rising. “I’ll drink to relax, and I’ll even admit to laughing a lot when I drink, but I never do drunk. I sure in hell would know not to sleep in someone else’s cabin.”
    “I got that, babe. Don’t beat it dead. It’s over.”
    She stared at him. He had no clue how serious a situation she had on her hands. She didn’t sleep with men or spend time with them.