Page 40 of Breathless With Her

Erin wasn’t anything special.

And that was the biggest lie I had ever told myself. Hell.

She ran her hands down the front of her shirt, and it tugged the top of it down just enough that more of her tits showed. I groaned and then closed my eyes. “You really have to stop playing with your shirt like that. It’s getting really difficult to think and function with all of my blood going down to my cock.”

She flushed and threw back her head as she laughed. “I can’t with you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know what you’re doing. You’re getting me all hot and bothered, and now we’re going into a bar. How am I supposed to get thoughts of going down on you out of my mind?” Her eyes widened, and she slammed her hand over her mouth.

I stood there, stunned for a minute, and thenIwas the one who threw back my head and laughed. “Jesus Christ, woman.”

“I cannot believe I just said that. I don’t think I’ve ever said anything like that in my life.”

“Well, I liked it. So, if me thinking that you look hot as fuck is going to make you talk like that? I’ll keep going.”

“I mind.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, I don’t mind talking like that in private. Even though I don’t really do that. Ever. But what if someone had heard?”

I looked around at the empty parking lot. “I wouldn’t have kissed you like that, wouldn’t have looked at you the way I was in public if we weren’t alone. Well, I might, but it wouldn’t be on purpose. I’m not going to embarrass you, Erin. I’m not going to make you feel like people are watching you to the point of you being uncomfortable. Ever. Got me?”

She studied my face for so long, I was afraid I had said something wrong. Hell, she thought she was having issues with relationships? I had no idea what I was doing.

“I believe you.”

I sighed out in relief and then grabbed her hand. “Come on, let’s get a drink. And not think about blowjobs.”

She snorted, and I almost tripped over my feet. “Devin!”

“What? I can’t help it.”

“So you say.”

“Yeah, I think we’re pretty poor influences on each other.”

“I don’t mind.”

I gave her hand a squeeze, and then we made our way through the front door and into the bar. It wasn’t a dive bar, but it wasn’t in a popular, touristy area either. It was just a nice place where I knew some of the guys, and all of us took care of each other. I waved to a few people, but it was pretty quiet. We took a seat in the corner, but still at the bar. And I ordered two beers.

“You don’t want anything else?” I asked.

“No. I’m good with just a beer. I wasn’t really planning on going out tonight.”

“Well, I’m glad you said yes,” I said. “I had a long day, and I’m going to have an even longer day tomorrow. And I just wanted to see what you were up to.”

“That’s very sweet.”

The bartender set down our beers, and we clinked glasses before taking a sip. The amber ale slid down my throat, cooling my parched tongue, but it didn’t quench my thirst.

I was afraid nothing but Erin could do that for me.

Well, fuck.

“So, what is up with you? You want to talk about what put that tone in your voice when I called?”

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