Page 25 of Catching Mr. Right

Her arms go around my neck, her mouth to my ear. “Eight and a half inches, nine maybe.”

“What?” I stop moving. When did the tables turn? I’m the one who knows better, while she’s naïve and malleable, but right now she doesn’t seem so innocent. And I’m not sure how I ended up getting so close to her.

“Your, uh, cock. It’s got to be like right under nine inches, yeah?”

“I mean I haven’t got a ruler handy.” I step back and stare at her. Those big green eyes are locked on me. We’ve barely kissed. And sure, she’s groped my ass, but she’s never gotten her hands on my dick. The closest she’s come is… now. Am I leading her on, giving her hope when there’s none? When I should be making sure she understands that nothing more than this will ever happen between us.

“It doesn’t matter.” She batts her lashes at me. “I’m pretty sure I’m right.”

“How the hell can you know that? You’re obsessed with me, is that it? Stalking me? Or something? I told you…” Shit, I sound like an asshole. I sound like her boyfriend. That guy’s a prick, and I’m acting just like him. What, do I think that will attract her, since she obviously sees something in him? But I don’t want to attract her. I don’t want to be anything, do anything with this girl who is way too young and too outrageous for me.

I’m standing in my kitchen, almost devouring her. Ready to drag that skirt up her gorgeous legs and tear her panties down them so I can ram my cock into her. I told her this would never happen. I’m not entirely sure how it is. Almost. I wanted it, but I know better. I have to know better. I can’t be so careless. Especially with one of Summer’s friends.

“Shit.” She glances away. Some of that straight silver hair tumbles across her face as she brings her knees together and tugs on the hem of her skirt. “This shouldn’t be happening. I’m dating Cas. I’m with Cas.”

“You didn’t plan this?” I inhale, exhale. Try to get my breathing normal, and the shake out of my hand. The girl sets me on fire, makes me want things that don’t make sense.

“Did I plan to hook up with you?” Her eyes widen, and she worries her bottom lip. “You had your chance.” She slips off the counter. “You had an entire year to ask me out, and you didn’t. Now I’m dating a great guy. Do you really think you’re that special, Sam Sweets?”

Yes. No. I suspected she thought I was. But this is better. Just a mistake. Not anything that can’t be forgotten. “I’m sorry,” I say. “For tonight. For accusing you of anything. This is my fault. You can even tell your boyfriend that if you want.”

She cocks her head to the side and studies me for a moment. “Maybe. He’d probably want to beat on you, but you’d deserve it.”

“Quite probably.”

“But I won’t. You’re Summer’s brother, so I have to be nice to you even when you’re being horrible.” She smiles as she sails past me.

“That’s true.” I follow after her, thankful for once that the two of them are friends, but worried that she’ll tell Summer what an ass I’ve been tonight. “At least let me walk you home?”

“I’m good.” She brushes her hands down her top and over that fascinating skirt and then opens the door. “Stay out of trouble, Sam.”

She’s gone before I can figure out what she means by that, and whether she realizes she’s the only trouble I can see.

---