Page 6 of Make Me Yours

Her jaw drops. “He’s dead? What? When?”

“Yesterday. Late afternoon.”

She blinks and shakes her head. “But no one said anything down on the docks. Not a word. And no offense, but that would be big news around here.”

“Because people hated Rodger?”

She has the decency to blush again, but she doesn’t hedge. “Yeah. We did. He was an asshole.”

My lips twist in a hard smile. “Guess you won’t be speaking at the funeral Sunday morning.”

“Guess not,” she says, her eyes narrowing on my face. “What about you? You don’t seem too broken up about the news.”

“Are you always this blunt?” I ask, returning her glare.

“Are you always this determined to stay on top of women who don’t want you on top of them?”

I smile again, a more lethal grin this time. I may not know how to make a relationship last more than a few months or haveany idea what love feels like, but I know when a woman wants me. And this girl isn’t backing up her words with nearly enough struggle for me to believe she wants to be anywhere but where she is right now.

Dropping my lips closer to hers, I whisper, “Didn’t your parents teach you not to lie?”

“I’m not lying,” she says, even as her back arches slightly, causing her breasts to press against my chest. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Is that all it would take?” I smooth one hand down her forearm, over her elbow, to curl around her bicep, impressed again by the muscled flesh beneath my fingers. “A name?”

“I don’t want to sleep with you.”

“Are you sure about that?” I slide my palm lower, over the hollow beneath her arm until I’m cupping the side of her breast.

I tell myself that I don’t want to fuck a girl who’s already fucked a relative, but in a town the size of Sea Breeze, a girl like that might be hard to find. I’m stuck here for at least the next few weeks, until I can get my family’s affairs in order. I don’t want to spend those weeks alone. The past haunts me in this town, but the ghosts are quieter when there’s a warm, eager woman in my bed.

And this girl is eager, whether she wants to admit it or not. When I skim my thumb lightly over the swell of her breast, teasing closer to her nipple, a soft, hungry sound escapes from the back of her throat.

Her voice is breathy as she says, “I’ve never had a one-night stand.”

“Who said anything about one night? I want you in this bed, coming on my cock every night until I leave town in a few weeks.”

“You don’t even know me,” she says, her chest rising and falling faster. I drag the zipper down on her hoodie, revealinga tight, shiny black tank top that holds her full breasts close together, creating a creamy valley I’m dying to explore with my tongue.

“I know you’re beautiful, brave, and seem relatively intelligent despite having fucked Mark.” I curl my fingers into the fabric at the top of her shirt. “What else do I need to know?”

“I didn’t fuck Mark,” she says, her lips parting as I tug on the satin, guiding it beneath her breast. She gulps, her throat working as I mold my hand to her soft, hot skin. But she doesn’t look away. She holds my gaze as she says, “I’ve actually never fucked anyone.”

I hesitate, genuinely surprised.

Surprised, but not put off…

I’ve been with my share of virgins. They tend to get more attached, making the end of the relationship messier than usual, but most of my liaisons end badly, sooner or later. When it comes to women, I don’t think too far into the future. I enjoy the heat and connection for what is—pleasure, pure and simple.

There’s only one thing I’m concerned about at this point.

Well, maybe two…

I move my hand from her breast, bracing it on the mattress beside her ribs.

“How old are you, Cat Burglar?” I ask, studying her face again. She doesn’t look like a teenager, but Mark’s a douchebag, just like his father. Rodger was still fucking high school girls when he was married with a baby on the way, and I fear the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

I don’t mind an age gap, but I want awomanin my bed, not a child.