“You seemed pretty convincing in there.” He motions behind him. “And I’m pretty sure Ryder’s calling in for reservations to take you out. Sleeping around the friend group, are you?”
I raise my hand to strike him again, but he grips my wrist.
“Let me go.”
“Don’t hit me again.”
“Don’t call me a slut.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I never lied to you. The only semi-lie I’ve told is pretending not to know you when Trey introduced us.”
“You put on a pretty good act in there.”
“Would you rather I have mentioned how nice it was to see you again after all the orgasms you gave me and after you fucked me so hard, I couldn’t walk straight for two days?”
I watch his throat as he swallows. His breathing slows and he releases my wrist.
“Did I hurt you?”
I rub my wrist and shake my head. “No.”
Nolan licks his lips and drops his gaze to my core. “Last week. You left so fast. You never showed at Lime and Salt.”
I open my mouth to respond but I’m not sure what to say. I can’t tell him the reason I didn’t show up was that I’d want a repeat, except for the ending. I wouldn’t want to leave his bed, and I can’t afford that emotional mess right now.
“How did you get my number and program your name into my phone? Or rather, Man of Steel’s?”
“When I took a picture of us, I sent it to my phone then deleted the message and programmed my number in.”
“You had my phone for two seconds.”
I lift a shoulder. “It’s what I do.”
“Program your number into women’s phones you just met?”
“That might have been a first.”
I bite my lower lip afraid I’ll say words I’ll regret like,when can I see you again?
Nolan tucks his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “I apologize for thinking the worst and for calling you a... slut.”
“I can see how it looked bad. I’m sorry I slapped you.”
The corner of his mouth lifts into a grin. “I’m glad you didn’t knee me in the balls.”
“If you kept on running your mouth, I would have.”
“Fair enough.” He moves away from me and turns to the window, gazing out upon the horizon. “I’d like to see you again after we talk to Trey.”
“What? Um, no. I don’t talk to my brother about my love life, thank you very much.”
“Avery.”
Gah. The way he says my name has me clenching my thighs. To hear him call out my name while climaxing would be holy heaven. We can’t.
Or we can, as long as it’s just sex.