Page 11 of Tell Me Something True

It wasn’t anger that had his pulse racing and his fingers twitching with the need to settle on her waist and drag her closer. It wasn’t fury coursing through his veins, making him hot and hard.

It was lust.

Back in the bar where it’d been brighter, where they’d been surrounded by people and noise, where his shock had been at the forefront, his anger a close second, it’d been nothing but memories. A few lingering embers of what had been.

He’d been able to ignore it.

But he hadn’t been able to smother it.

Now, alone with her in the parking lot, the night quiet and dark around them, her body pressing lightly against him, those embers ignited.

And were tearing through him like wildfire, burning away his pride. Enflaming his need. Turning his resistance to ash.

“You’re really just passing through Mount Laurel?” he asked.

“I’m really just passing through.”

He didn’t believe her.

He didn’t trust her.

But he didn’t have to trust her to fuck her.

Especially if it meant getting her out of his head once and for all.

“Come home with me.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Come home with me.”

“Why?”

It was such a ridiculous question, he grinned, sharp and quick. “Because you were right. There is still one thing I feel for you.”

She slowly withdrew her hand and crossed her arms. “You want to get laid.”

He wished it was that simple. Wished this was nothing more than an itch he could scratch.

“I want to fuck you.”

He didn’t miss her small flinch.

Or the way her breathing quickened.

“Yes, well, as you pointed out a little while ago, I am good in bed.” Her smile was small and tight. “It’s the only thing I’m good for.”

He dropped his gaze, his stomach churning with shame.

An apology stuck in his throat, sharp and brittle, like a piece of glass.

He swallowed it down.

“If you come home with me, it won’t be like it was before between us. If you let me have you tonight, it won’t mean anything. It won’t change anything. I won’t ask you again. I won’t chase you. And it doesn’t matter if you decide yes or no, once that decision is made, whether you spend the night with me or not. When you leave, I won’t think about you. Not ever again.”

She stayed silent, watching him with a slight furrow between her brows, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

“I’m at 64 Elmwood Lane. If your answer is yes, you can follow me there.”

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