Page 16 of Westin

“Don’t lie and say you don’t like that idea a little bit,” he says.

I can’t think of a single thing to say to that.

He lets me go, and his hands brace on the sink, on either side of my body. His eyes drop, lingering over my cleavage. Over the rise of my breasts, down to the sliver of naked skin on my belly. Over the curve of my hips in my shorts, down my bare legs.

“You’re a pretty woman,” he says quietly.

My hand comes up, pressing against his chest to keep him off me, for decorum’s sake only. It’s warm, and I feel his heart thump under my fingers.

It’s beating as fast as mine.

CHAPTER SIX

WESTIN

She goes upstairs. I wait in her kitchen, tapping my hat against my leg. The clock over the stove etches out the seconds. It’s still early with plenty of time for lunch, so I’m not in a hurry. We both have all day.

I hear her boots on the floor upstairs after a while before she comes slowly down the steps, like she’s feeling shy.

I don’t say a word, because there’s nothing in my head.

She’s stunning.

Her dusky blonde hair is tied in a braid down her back, flyaway bits around her face. The hair near her scalp is darker, the sun having bleached the rest blonde. It’s long enough for me to get my fingers tangled up in those curls.

Her short sundress clings to her upper body and flares out below her waist. It hits the middle of her thigh, leaving those long legs bare down to her cowboy boots. Her thighs are lightly freckled, and I follow them with my eyes, up until they disappear under her skirt.

I’d like to explore that later, with my tongue.

“Is this okay?” she asks, voice hushed.

I put my hat on. “More than okay.”

Her face breaks into a smile. She’s got a full mouth, and she pouts it a lot, like she disapproves of something. Now, it’s pulled back in a little smile as her eyes glitter.

I’d do a lot to see her smile like that again.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

I jerk my head. “Anywhere.”

“So you won’t tell me?”

I shake my head. “But I promise I’ll have you back by two. How’s that sound?”

She nods. “This is probably reckless, isn’t it?”

I fill the space between us, and she jumps when I take her hand. “Don’t worry about that.”

She follows me as I lead her down the hall. My truck is parked just off the porch, and I open the side door, but she’s too short to climb into the passenger side. She gives me a look, and I lift her up. For a second, her soft body presses against mine.

My dick twitches.

Then I put her into the seat, slam the door, and get into the driver’s side. She smooths her skirt primly. Trying not to stare at her legs, I put the truck in gear and drag my eyes to the road as we head down the drive to the state route below.

We’re a mile down the road when she puts her hand on her head and sighs.

“Forgot my hat,” she says. “My hair bleaches in the sun.”

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