Page 25 of Small Town Firsts
“Yes!”
He set me on the bar, which was higher than a counter so I was looking down at him. But he didn’t move from between my legs.
“Can you give me some space?”
“No.”
“You’re impossible.” I shoved the straps of my bra up my arms and he pulled them back down. “Really?”
“I like looking at you, Kira.”
I huffed out a breath. “As much as I appreciate the body positivity, I can’t talk to you like this.”
“Good. I don’t want to talk.” He gripped my waist. “Unless it’s you telling me there’s nothing between you and Beckett. And if there is, I’ll change your mind.” He drew my nipple between the knuckles of two fingers. The pressure both whisper-soft and rough at the same time. “With the quickness.”
“Going…did you hear me say he’s my best friend?”
He pinched again, this time harder until it fucking throbbed. “That doesn’t mean anything. My sister fell in love with her best friend.”
I frowned. “You have a sister too?”
“Two of them.”
“Jesus, there’s five of you?”
He shrugged. “I’m Irish.”
“You say that like it’s a foregone conclusion that you’d have a bunch of siblings.”
“Also that I’ll want a bunch of babies.” He leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth again, tugging it playfully before he let me go. “Does that stir you up?”
I pushed him back. “Babies? Okay. Maybe you’re the one with heatstroke.”
He sighed and stepped back to give me some room. I quickly pulled my bra on this time and put the girls away. I hopped offthe bar before I got myself into any more trouble. I didn’t think very well when he got close to me.
“I didn’t say I’d be putting one in you today, Sunshine. But I’m definitely open to the option.”
I didn’t know what to say to that one. Again.
This man was way too much for a day as hot as today. I needed to find a large glass of ice water. Maybe a sink of it to soak my head in too.
Cold shower?
Probably.
He crowded me into the bar again. “I’ll let you go off and think about that one, because I have a feeling you’re the thinking sort. But the Beckett question is something I need an answer to right now. I saw the way he looked at you last week.”
“You’re delusional. He doesn’t look at me like that.”
“Then maybe you’re the one with the delusions, because most men look at you like they want to eat you alive. Including the Manning men.”
“They certainly do not. And even if that was a thing, which it is not, they’re like my brothers.”
He lowered his mouth to hover over mine. “Good.” He brushed my nose with his. “Now I have to go clean up my mess. And probably hose myself off too.” His dark eyes were hooded as he glanced down at my mouth then stepped back. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sunshine.”
I huffed out a breath as I watched him walk out of the open doors and onto the porch before disappearing around the corner to his domain.
“Girl, what have you gotten yourself into?”
