"But why you?"
I could've answered this a hundred different ways, starting with the fact that she didn't know this guy and ending with the idea that if he copped an attitude, I'd rather see him take it out onmerather than Lexie. But all I said was, "Because he asked me to."
She frowned. "Yeah, but I was the one wearing it."
I gave her torso a quick glance. "Not anymore, you're not." The glance led to a second and much longer look when I saw what the coat had been hiding – an obscenely thin T-shirt.No bra.
Her breasts were sweet and round, and her nipples were so hard, they strained against the fabric. I swallowed as I fought a nearly primal urge to cover her breasts with my hands and then with my mouth.
But Lexie and I – we hadn't gotten that far. And even if we had, this wasn't the time or the place, so instead, I yanked off my coat and draped it over Lexie's shoulders. "Here. Put this on, alright?"
She glanced down at her chest and gave another gasp, seeing what I was seeing – except she didn't look nearly as delighted. "Uh, yeah. Good idea."
It was.
And it wasn't.
Forget the weather.I didn't want good ol' Drake seeing whatI'dseen. But me?I wanted to see the shirt again.
In private.
And then, I wanted to peel it off Lexie's sweet body and make her nipples harden with something other than the cold.
At the thought, I felt a tightness in my groin even as Lexie handed me the guy's coat and said, "Alright, but I'm still coming with you."
Not if I could help it."Why?"
"Because I want to meet this guy. I mean, if he's with Gwen…"
"Gwen?"
"Yeah. My cousin. She's really sweet." Lexie glanced toward her cousin and winced. "Well, normally, anyway."
I saw what she meant.
At the mailbox, Gwen was giving Drake a look so sour, it could've curdled milk. In a hushed voice, she was telling him, "You have serious boundary issues. You know that?"
"Me?" he scoffed. "She'sthe one wearing my coat."
"Oh, soyoucan borrow her scarf, butshecan't borrow your coat? Is that what you're saying?"
Next to me, Lexie sucked in a breath. "Wait, did she saymyscarf?"
I kept my eyes on the couple. "Yup."
At the mailbox, Drake was saying, "Hey, I thought it was yours."
By my side, Lexie murmured, "It must've been the red one. Iknewit smelled funny."
I gave her a sideways look. "Funny how?"
"Not terrible or anything. But Christmassy, like a pine tree." She bit her lip. "So I guess it could've been worse, right?"
I liked her optimism, not that I shared it. The thought of some guy wearing Lexie's clothes, even if only a scarf, wasn't setting right in my gut.Had he been rummaging in her room? Going through her things? Pawing at her panties?
I felt my jaw clench. Whowasthis guy, anyway?
I returned my gaze to Drake and Gwen, who were still arguing at the mailbox. Gwen was telling him, "If you were so unhappy, you should've said so."