Page 79 of Mountain Daddy

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That damn dress.

I stand and collapse the chair. Holding it one-handed, I follow them to the house.

By the time I put the chair in the garage—only glancing at the laundry room a thousand times—I step back into the house and hear Kendra convince Joe to go to bed.

“Fine, fine. Good night.” Joe turns to me. “You remember where the couch stuff is?”

I nod.

Then Joe heads to his room, and it’s just us.

Just me and Kendra.

Chapter 45

Kendra

We work together in silence.Putting the leftovers into containers, washing the coffee pot, wiping down the counters.

There’s a tension between us.

And not just the sexual tension that has been there since we first locked eyes across the bar.

The feeling right now is more than that. It’s different.

It’s the need to touch.

Ihave totouch Luther.

And I’m not a toucher.

I don’t mind hugs. Handshakes are fine. But I’ve never been a cuddler.

The thought of leaning against someone never appealed to me.

But Luther… All I want to do is curl up on the couch with him. Sit with him. Be with him.

Okay, yes, I want to have lots and lots of filthy, dirty sex with him too. But… he steadies me.

He can be a bit of a freak. But still, I feel grounded around him.

Grounded.

Sparks light in my belly as I think about him grounding me in another way.

Heat fills my cheeks.

I have a feeling I’d enjoy any punishment Luther would dole out.

“That’s everything.” Luther starts the dishwasher, then turns to face me.

I pull my lower lip into my mouth, my teeth pressing into the skin.

There are so many things I want to do right now.

But instead of doing any of them, I tell Luther good night, then I turn and walk away.

I turnoff the light and open the bathroom door with a click.

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