Page 48 of Love Bank
“Nah. Just the mayor calling to express his frustration with the escaping inmate issue.”
Lucy cocked her head to the side. “Are you going to be in trouble?”
I nodded quickly and reached for the door handle. “More than likely. I’m hoping to keep my job after we chat tomorrow morning.”
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth chewing on the sensitive flesh. I’d never been jealous of a set of teeth before.
I hopped out of the truck and rounded the hood to help her get down. She opened the door before I got there and swung her legs out like she planned to jump down in high heels.
“No sense spraining an ankle when you can just slide down.” I crowded her, putting my hands back on her hips and nudging her to the edge of her seat. She pushed off and slid down my body, each curve lighting up every nerve ending I had as she went. The doubt I’d been wrestling with flew out into the darkening night sky. I wanted this woman.
When her feet finally landed on the gravel drive, I stepped back, grabbed her hand, and laced our fingers together. She smiled, the edges a bit wobbly and uncertain. I tugged her forward and went up the stairs, onto my porch, and then to my door where I fumbled with my keys until the door popped open. We’d talk first and then if it progressed to more, then so be it. But that smile would be completely confident before we went further.
“You lock your door every day?” Lucy asked, her voice half awe, half teasing.
I frowned. “Um, yeah?”
The smile grew. “City boy.”
I pulled us through the doorway and into the tiny living room. “Hey. Calling me names now?”
“I’ve been calling you names since the first day I saw you.” Lucy swung her head around, taking in my tiny rental, probably appalled by the lack of personal items or decorations I’d put up in the few weeks I’d lived here. The butter yellow of the walls did seem a bit old-fashioned, but I couldn’t change it. Figured I’d wait to decorate until I got my own place and could do it up right.
I stepped into her, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “Like Steelshot or Hammer or my personal favorite: Sexy Devil?”
She snorted and I not only heard it, but felt it as I snaked an arm around her waist and pressed her to me. Her curves were addicting.
“No, like Warden of Wanktown.”
I cringed. “Yeah, that’s not as flattering as I hoped for.”
Her giggle was contagious, making me smile even though the laughter was at my expense. She sobered quickly, looking uneasy again. Her gaze focused on my chin.
“I need your help, Bain.”
My heart squeezed and I rushed to answer. “Sure. Anything. Just say it and I’ll do it.” I owed her that and more.
She bit her bottom lip, and this time, I brought my thumb up to tug it loose, swiping her thick lip. Her gaze fluttered up to mine again and I gave a small nod to urge her on.
“Will you relieve me of my virginity?”
18
Lucille
Bain choked and turned his head to cough it out before looking at me. I couldn’t believe I’d said that out loud. There were so many more elegant ways to say it, but then again, I’d never propositioned a man—or a woman, for that matter—before and he’d scrambled my brain with that kiss at the clinic.
This morning I hadn’t been sure what I wanted to do with this tension and attraction between Bain and me. After surviving the robbery at gunpoint, things had become crystal clear. I was experiencing intense feelings of sexual desire I didn’t want to suppress or ignore any longer. Life was short and I wanted to get laid.
Bain still hadn’t said anything, the tension in the room mounting with each second of indecision. Which meant I started to babble to fill the space.
“I mean, despite the seagull issue, I like you too. I think you’re extremely good-looking and based on what pressed against me in your truck, I think you have the equipment to offer me a memorable experience. I have no expectations of a relationship and it’s safe to say most of my feelings for you are felt in the nether region, which lends itself to a strictly physical encounter. If you don’t believe you can satisfy what I’m looking for just tell—”
“Shut up, Lucy,” he growled just a split second before lifting me up, spinning us, and pinning me to the front door we’d just closed behind us.
Wrapping my legs around his waist came naturally and I’m sure glad it did as I got to experience exactly how he felt about me. Physically, at least. And for now, that’s all I cared about. His lips plucked at mine, demanding entrance, which I quickly gave. I was ready to be consumed by passion and come out the other side a new woman.
His tongue rolled and then thrust into my mouth the same time his hips echoed the movement farther south. My whole body was on fire, the heat from his attention taking all of my focus. My brain, the part of me that wondered if I was making a colossal mistake, went silent and stayed that way, giving me the blessed freedom to pursue what my body wanted. And what that little hussy wanted was Bain, naked and sweaty above me where I could stare at his muscled torso with abandon.
