Page 39 of Burning Love
“Talia, get over yourself. Your mother has had sex.”
“Eight times for eight kids,” she said. “That’s what I believe.”
“Now you sound just like your brothers. Is that what you want?”
“Way to insult me.”
“Enough for you to tell me who you’re dating and where you’re going?”
“Nope to who and I told you already I don’t know where. I’ll be home tonight. Don’t worry.”
“I expect that you will be this soon if you’re not telling me who it is.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve got to get ready.”
“I’m going,” her mother said and returned upstairs.
Once Talia was set, she gave herself one more spin in the mirror. She’d like to think she was a combination of a sexy girl next door.
She was betting Jace didn’t date too many girls like that.
After debating between white sandals and her canvas sneakers, she went with the sneakers. It went with the young girl vibe.
She could play up their age difference some as a joke. It’d throw her mother off the scent too. Let her think she was going out with people her own age.
Aileen was in the kitchen when Talia went upstairs. She knew it was on purpose to catch her before she left.
“Bye,” she said. “I’ll be home later.”
“Have fun. I’m just going to be watching movies tonight.”
She knew her mother liked her to join in with the movie marathons. And she did at times.
“Why don’t you go out to dinner with some friends?”
“I might see if anyone is around. If not tonight, then tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll be out tomorrow too.”
“I don’t know.” If she was, it wouldn’t be with Jace. He had to work.
She left and drove to Jace’s. When she climbed in her car and her skirt flopped to the side exposing most of her leg, she realized they’d have to take her car or his truck out tonight. No way she could be on a motorcycle in this outfit.
She pulled into his driveway fifteen minutes later, got out and walked up the front porch.
The door was open before she got there, she was yanked inside, his mouth on hers, her back against the wall.
“You wore that outfit on purpose,” he growled against her lips.
She giggled. “You saw right through me.”
“Fuck. Let me look at you.”
“You could have done that if you didn’t pin me to the wall. You didn’t even kiss me.”
His lips landed on hers, the roughness of his beard touching her face.
Her hands went around his waist, then slid down to cup his ass, pushing him into her.
Yep, he was hard and maybe she shouldn’t have made that move.
