Page 8 of Cody

Chapter 5

Cody

As I opened the screen door and stepped into the house, the thought crossed my mind that fate was a cruel bitch. After going our separate ways the day before, I’d tried to push thoughts of Alina out of my head, but even the episode with Evelyn in my shower hadn’t managed to work her out of my mind. When I was fucking a woman, I was with her, and I never thought about someone else. But I had during that blowjob.

That confirmed that I’d done the right thing in not asking Alina for her phone number that first time we’d met, when I’d assumed we’d never run into each other again. I should have known better. Coldwater wasn’t that big, and I’d lived here long enough to know that small towns didn’t have secrets and there were no strangers amongst the population.

Something about Alina had gotten to me on more than just a sexual level, and that scared the ever-loving shit out of me because I wasn’t a one-woman man. Yet here I was, inviting trouble by accepting an innocent cup of coffee with her because I’d seen her sweet ass covered in red silk and had wanted a bite out of her.

I wanted to get my hands on that ass, and looking at her now and the way her nipples peaked the thin silk of her nightgown, how her tits moved at her slightest movement, my dick was waking up. When she turned to fix a cup of coffee for me, I reached down and rearranged it. Hiding what she was doing to me was out of the question because I was a big man, so the most I could hope for was a more comfortable position.

And a prayer that she didn’t notice.

Alina turned with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands and an innocent smile on her face. Her hair was a mess, but it made me wonder if that was what it would look like after I’d run my fingers through it.

“Sugar or creamer?”

“Just black,” I grumbled. Despite the danger that I might act on my attraction to her, I stepped closer and reached for the cup, taking a cautious sip. I studied her over the rim as steam floated up between us. It was hot, but it had a good, strong flavor, just the way I liked it. “It’s good and strong. Thanks.”

Her smile grew until there was a light sparkling in the depths of her blue eyes. “Mom still uses a percolator,” she explained. “Would you, um, like something to eat? I could whip up some eggs—”

Was she fucking kidding me? I wanted to eatherfor breakfast. I got the sense that there was a subtle invite for something more than breakfast behind her words. Was she more like me than I’d first thought? A woman who liked sex with no strings attached?

I could be so lucky!

I knew at that moment that I was going to have her.

But it wouldn’t be today. Nope. I’d invite her to dinner first.

“Already ate. I’m good. Thanks.” I’d wolfed down a banana and a couple of breakfast bars on the way there, just to take the edge off. Later I could eat the sandwiches that I’d packed in my saddle bag. “Need to get to work.”

I finished my coffee and edged closer to her to set the cup down, but that turned out to be a big mistake. I caught a subtle whiff of rose and liked it. My nostrils flared as I turned my face toward Alina and inhaled deeper. Our gazes met. She knew what I was doing. I was so tempted to move in another inch and run my nose up and down the side of her neck, just so I could get a better smell of her. Her skin looked like silk, and her eyes dilated with awareness that revealed that she wouldn’t be opposed to my advances.

Fuck, I was screwed. I straightened up, determined not to cross the line. She smiled with a knowing look swimming in her pretty eyes that almost made me say “fuck it” and plant my mouth on hers. I wanted to kiss her, taste her, something fierce. I didn’t usually keep temptation at bay, especially when something told me that the woman felt the same way. But I did this time by stepping away.

I didn’t let the disappointment that suddenly filled Alina’s eyes keep me from putting more distance between us. She had no idea what kind of man I was.Yet. I used women. Don’t get me wrong, I treated them well when they were in my bed, but satisfying an itch was the only thing I wanted them for. I wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. Didn’t want or need a wife. I liked my life exactly the way it was.

That’s why I’d never married. Not having a permanent woman in my life kept everything simple and my dick happy because he got lots of variety.

“I better get to work.”

I tucked my tail and exited the house like the hounds of hell were on my ass. I didn’t want to hurt Alina, suddenly realizing that if I got involved with her that’s exactly how she would end up. She wasn’t an Evelyn. She might welcome a one-night-stand but for me she was a forever kind of woman and deserved a one-woman man. I was so fucking far from that it wasn’t funny. My penchant for dating and sleeping with several women at the same time proved it.

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