Page 26 of Sing for Me
"That's why you changed the station?"
She nods.
"Just wanted to hearBuild Me Up, Buttercup?"
Her lips curl into a smile. "Actually, I was hoping forHappy Together."
She has a nice smile.
Even in the dark, it lights up those brown eyes.
I give her a minute to sink into the catch oldie, then I look her in the eyes. "You want your first time to be good?"
"I..."
"I'm happy to oblige?"
Her eyes go wide. "I don't need your pity sex offer."
What the hell? "There's no pity involved. You want to fuck me. I want to fuck you. It's simple."
"I... I don't date."
"Me either." The radio station goes to commercial. I turn the volume down. "It's just sex. I might let you buy me breakfast in the morning, but it's not a date."
Desire fills her eyes.
But her lips stay zipped.
She fidgets.
Shifts her weight between her ass cheeks.
Plays with her skirt.
I don't push her.
The rest of the drive to her friend's place, I stay quiet. She wants to fuck me. We both know it.
There's no rush.
After I park on the street, Meg helps her friend up the stairs. They whisper something to each other. If it was me and Tom, I'd know exactly how that conversation goes.
You see those lips of his? Make sure you get his head between your legs before you fuck him.
Maybe. I like being the one in control.
Bullshit. You're in control 24/7. You just don't trust anyone enough to let go.
Shit, nowI'mthinking about making illicit demands.
I'm not going there yet.
Whatever the girls are talking about, they hug goodbye, Kara goes inside, and Meg rushes down the stairs.
Only she trips on the bottom stair.
Fuck, that's a bad fall.
