latest attempted relationship.
His grin widened. “When the person you broke up with is Rick-the-Dick.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe you’re right. I should be celebrating.”
“Of course, I am,” he replied. “The man couldn’t light a fire in the bedroom and you deserve to burn.”
She blushed with the reminder of what had actually doomed all of her relationships. Rick might be a dick, but it was her icy bedroom demeanor that eventually ruined things. She’d never had even a healthy spark with any of the men she’d dated. Would she ever really experience the ‘burn’ Trey was referring to?
“It’s not all his fault,” she admitted. “Not when he was dealing with a sexual ice maiden.” At least Rick had stuck around a few months before giving up on her. That was longer than most of the men she’d dated had hung in there. Once they realized they weren’t going to get any action between the sheets, they were history.
Trey pivoted in the doorway to pin her with his gaze, his blue eyes questioning. “I know I probably shouldn’t go there, but how is it not his fault?”
“Because I turn into an ice princess in the bedroom,” she muttered in embarrassment. “Every single time.”
“Ice can be thawed, Angel,” he said, his tone softening.
“ Yeah, well maybe this glacier’s not worth the time it would take to thaw it.”
“All good things are worth waiting for. If a man can’t handle the wait, then you don’t need him.”
“I don’t think I’m capable of being a passionate woman.”
“Could have fooled me,” he said, his grin edging higher.
Her gaze slid to his lips, t he memory of the kiss they’d just shared etched deep in her mind. She tore her gaze away, forcing it to the wall of framed photos beside him. “I mean it, Trey. Something’s missing.”
He gave a dismissive grunt. “I can assure you, Angel, nothing is missing.” He did a visual sweep for emphasis. “You’ve got all the right parts.”
She glanced down with a groan. “What good are the parts if I don’t use them?”
Trey hesitated in answering. They were traveling into dangerous territory. Not that they hadn’t discussed things sexually related before, but this time it felt different. And it was all because of that kiss they’d somehow gotten caught up in a few moments before. It had him thinking like a man instead of as her friend. She wanted advice. He wanted another taste of those sweet lips. What had gotten into him?
“I’m not sure this is something we should be discussing. Maybe you should call Kathy.”
Angel shook her head. “Can’t. She’s still in Chicago on business.”
“She has a cell phone.”
The look she gave him told him that wasn’t the response she wanted to hear.
“Forget I asked.” She pushed off the bed and stepped around him. “I’ll work things out on my own.”
Damn. Now he’d gone and hurt her feelings.
He followed her into the kitchen, hung his jacket on the back of a chair at the breakfast bar and then walked over to where she stood at the sink, running water for dishes.
The tilt of her chin told him she was upset. He swung around to lean back against the counter beside her and crossed his arms. “Look, Angel, I ’m not sure what you want me to say. Kathy’s better at these things than I am.”
“You’ve never had trouble giving me advice before.”
No, he hadn’t. He decided swinging the conversation back around to Rick-the-Dick instead of Angel’s body was the safest route. “You want my advice? Fine. Stop beating up on yourself. The right man will come along when you least expect it. And when he does, you aren’t going to have any trouble using what God gave you.”
’ll tell you right now I’m not about to apologize for my feelings where your last ex is concerned. I never liked the guy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Tell me
His grin widened. “When the person you broke up with is Rick-the-Dick.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe you’re right. I should be celebrating.”
“Of course, I am,” he replied. “The man couldn’t light a fire in the bedroom and you deserve to burn.”
She blushed with the reminder of what had actually doomed all of her relationships. Rick might be a dick, but it was her icy bedroom demeanor that eventually ruined things. She’d never had even a healthy spark with any of the men she’d dated. Would she ever really experience the ‘burn’ Trey was referring to?
“It’s not all his fault,” she admitted. “Not when he was dealing with a sexual ice maiden.” At least Rick had stuck around a few months before giving up on her. That was longer than most of the men she’d dated had hung in there. Once they realized they weren’t going to get any action between the sheets, they were history.
Trey pivoted in the doorway to pin her with his gaze, his blue eyes questioning. “I know I probably shouldn’t go there, but how is it not his fault?”
“Because I turn into an ice princess in the bedroom,” she muttered in embarrassment. “Every single time.”
“Ice can be thawed, Angel,” he said, his tone softening.
“ Yeah, well maybe this glacier’s not worth the time it would take to thaw it.”
“All good things are worth waiting for. If a man can’t handle the wait, then you don’t need him.”
“I don’t think I’m capable of being a passionate woman.”
“Could have fooled me,” he said, his grin edging higher.
Her gaze slid to his lips, t he memory of the kiss they’d just shared etched deep in her mind. She tore her gaze away, forcing it to the wall of framed photos beside him. “I mean it, Trey. Something’s missing.”
He gave a dismissive grunt. “I can assure you, Angel, nothing is missing.” He did a visual sweep for emphasis. “You’ve got all the right parts.”
She glanced down with a groan. “What good are the parts if I don’t use them?”
Trey hesitated in answering. They were traveling into dangerous territory. Not that they hadn’t discussed things sexually related before, but this time it felt different. And it was all because of that kiss they’d somehow gotten caught up in a few moments before. It had him thinking like a man instead of as her friend. She wanted advice. He wanted another taste of those sweet lips. What had gotten into him?
“I’m not sure this is something we should be discussing. Maybe you should call Kathy.”
Angel shook her head. “Can’t. She’s still in Chicago on business.”
“She has a cell phone.”
The look she gave him told him that wasn’t the response she wanted to hear.
“Forget I asked.” She pushed off the bed and stepped around him. “I’ll work things out on my own.”
Damn. Now he’d gone and hurt her feelings.
He followed her into the kitchen, hung his jacket on the back of a chair at the breakfast bar and then walked over to where she stood at the sink, running water for dishes.
The tilt of her chin told him she was upset. He swung around to lean back against the counter beside her and crossed his arms. “Look, Angel, I ’m not sure what you want me to say. Kathy’s better at these things than I am.”
“You’ve never had trouble giving me advice before.”
No, he hadn’t. He decided swinging the conversation back around to Rick-the-Dick instead of Angel’s body was the safest route. “You want my advice? Fine. Stop beating up on yourself. The right man will come along when you least expect it. And when he does, you aren’t going to have any trouble using what God gave you.”
’ll tell you right now I’m not about to apologize for my feelings where your last ex is concerned. I never liked the guy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Tell me
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