Page 51 of Flippin' Cowboy
Except she found herself unable to concentrate on the show.
Her mind kept replaying the feel of Nick’s mouth against her. The way his tongue and lips had homed in on all the places that drove her crazy with desire. How the large, hard bulge in his jeans pressed against her lower belly, proving he wanted her badly, too.
And most dangerously of all, the tender, protective side he’d shown her before and during tonight’s viewing party.
Nick’s anger at the way Geoff had treated her had been genuine and deeply satisfying. And unthinkable just three weeks ago, when she and Nick first met. Back then, he’d radiated contempt and superiority.
When did that all change? When did we become friends?
And when had she started wondering what it would be like to kiss him?
Well, now she knew. She could still feel his lips on her skin and the light, maddening scrape of his stubble. And she wanted more.
Oh, God, how she wanted more!
After another ten minutes of trying and failing to concentrate on the show, she sat up.
“I haven’t had good sex in years, and now I’m passing up a prime opportunity?” she muttered. “What am I? Stupid? Or just a fricking coward?”
Even when things had been good between her and Geoff, she’d only rarely had satisfying sex with him. He was always in a rush to make it over the finish line and ignored the fact that she usually took more time to get there.
The few times she tried talking to him about slowing down, he’d taken it as a mortal insult and cut her off for days or weeks.
She’d still loved him back then, so she decided that putting up with mediocre sex for the rest of her life was a price she was willing to pay to be with someone who was perfect for her in every other way.
God, what was I thinking?she thought now in disgust.I was such an idiot!
The voice in her head spoke up again.Are you really going to push Nick away because Geoff treated you badly?More importantly, are you going to sacrifice the chance of really great sex this time, too?
The voice in her head had a point.
Nick wasn’t Geoff. In fact, Nick was the polar opposite of her ex-fiancé. And he was her friend.
Her friend who really wanted to fuck her, apparently.
“So, what the hell is stopping me?” she asked out loud in the too-quiet cottage. “Fear of being dumped again?”
And there it was. Nick wasn’t Geoff. And she wasn’t looking for anything more than a fling.
Now, with that settled, she could either toss and turn all night, stewing in her own juices, or she could march over to Nick’s cottage and see if he was still awake.
Either way, she knew she wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.
Winnie pressed the power button on the remote and the TV blinked off. Then, clutching at her courage, she got to her feet and went to fetch her coat.
When she arrived at Nick’s cottage a few minutes later, she breathed a sigh of relief. The lights were still on in his living room. Maybe it wasn’t too late.
Remembering that he shared the cottage with his son and the nanny, she tapped lightly on the door.
Nick opened the door almost immediately. “Winnie! What’s up?” His gray eyes surveyed her with concern. “Are you okay?”
“Never better,” Winnie assured him. “Um, I’ve been thinking.”
His dark brows lifted in inquiry. “Yes?”
I’m too old to blush like this, she told herself. She blurted, “Do you still want to come over to my place for a drink? Coffee? Something?”
Oh, that was smooth, Winnie. She fought the urge to roll her eyes.
