Page 70 of Love You
She rested her forehead against the dashboard. “Is it going to be weird at work?”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“No, why not?”
“Because we’re adults, Darcy.”
“I agree,” she said. “I’ve also been thinking that we should continue having sex. Nothing serious, mind you. Just a short-term affair where we each get what we want. My body for yours.”
It was about the last thing he expected her to say and just thinking about being inside her again made him hard. “No can do.”
She swallowed and her face turned fifty shades of red. “Was I a gigantic disappointment?”
“Hell no. You were beyond fantastic. But I don’t do casual anymore. I told you that.”
“Then I was a pity screw?”
“A pity screw?” He lifted his brows. “It’s pity fuck. And no, because I don’t feel sorry for you. You married a lemon and you did what any sane person would do, you returned him. And from what I got a taste of last night, Lewis definitely needed returning. He’s an idiot.”
“You’re contradicting yourself.” She folded her arms over her chest, no longer embarrassed, just angry as all get-out.
“No, I’m not. Last night . . . well, it just happened. It doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again. Find someone else to use.”
“It would be mutually beneficial,” she argued.
“Yeah, how’s that?” An hour ago, she wasn’t even returning his calls. She’d left his bed without so much as a good-bye kiss to go to a freaking book club meeting, no less. Mutually beneficial, his ass. There were women who would pay his mortgage just to sleep with him.
He’d stumped her because she had no pithy comeback. No smart-aleck remark. Nothing. She didn’t even propose them trying their hand at a real relationship, not that he would’ve gone for it.
“So the answer is still no?” she said.
“Yep. Find some other stud.” He knew there was zero chance of that.
“Fine. Maybe I will.”
Jeez, how had they been reduced to children? This whole thing was bullshit. He wasn’t putting up with it anymore. He was trying to be a better person, get his life together, stop having meaningless hookups with women he barely knew. And Darcy wanted to pull him right back in again.
“Go ahead,” he said.
“What if I only want you?”
That got him a little in the gut. “Just a minute ago you were ready to try it with someone else.”
She let out a puff of air. “That was a bluff. I only want to do this with you.”
He turned in his seat. “So, we’d like be exclusive?” What the hell was he asking? He didn’t do exclusive. Not even a little.
“If you want.”
Jeez, could she sound any less enthusiastic over the prospect?
“I might,” he said, and pulled her over the console into his lap and started kissing her. “I’ll have to think about it.”
Obviously shocked by his sudden change of heart, she slowly regained her equilibrium and kissed him back with the same frenzied fervor he’d initiated. His windows began to fog up and the Jeep was cramped but neither of them seemed to care.
He dragged her T-shirt over her head and popped open the clasp of her bra, palming her breasts in his hands. She whimpered and her nipples puckered, begging for his mouth, which he gladly obliged. She tasted so good, sweet like ripened apricots, and he strained against the fly of his jeans.
She muttered something nonsensical and straddled him, her perfect heart-shaped ass pressed against the windshield. Then she worked open his belt buckle.
