Page 38 of Small Town Firsts
“You continue to act like you’re one of the guys and you’ll get treated like that.”
Her molars clicked together and I could literally feel the anger roll over to my side of the truck.
“I don’t want to be your buddy. You have more than enough of those. Whatever is going on between us isn’t a way to pass the time. It sure as shit isn’t comfortable. And I like that.”
She crossed her arms over her chest again protectively.
She was driving me crazy but being as straightforward as possible seemed best. “Easy doesn’t mean anything. At least not to me.”
“Who wants to be…” she waved her hand, “like this all the time.”
I glanced at her. “Like what?”
“Like I want to rip my skin off.”
“More like your clothes.”
She huffed out an annoyed breath and faced forward again. “I know you might be shocked, but I have had sex before. Good sex.”
And there was the problem. “I don’t doubt it. But you haven’t had the kind of sex you’re going to have with me.”
“You arrogant ass.”
I shrugged. “Maybe a little. But I guarantee I’ll back it up. Not because of anything that has come before us, Sunshine. But because when I touch you, I feel the difference.”
“That’s just lust.”
“I know lust. If it was just lust, we would have fucked earlier today and that would be the end of it. Okay, maybe more than just once today.”
She looked toward me and her chest rose and fell faster. Outrage put color in her cheeks, and I knew I only had a few minutes to turn this around.
“Smarter to just be a summer thing, right? I know you want to carefully put this in a box.”
“You don’t know the first thing about me.”
“I want to. I want to know where and how many freckles you have. How you moan when I slide into you.” My voice lowered and I shifted a little to give myself some breathing room behind my zipper.
Her eyes went wide and she swallowed—hard.
“I want to know what you look like when you wake up. If you’re going to be the little spoon or the big spoon.”
Her lips parted.
“Ahh, babe. You’re as starved for me as I am for you. Can’t you see that?”
“Do you have any other gear besides full throttle?”
I grinned. “Not when it comes to you.”
She blew out an exasperated breath.
“Besides that part. The part where I want to know everything about you—inside and out. There’s the Taproom.”
“Which is why we should not be doing this. What if this thing isn’t what you believe it is? What then? We still have to work together.”
I was completely winging it with this woman, but I knew it was more than just sex. “That’s just it. The minute you walked into that Taproom, you felt the shift. How right it is for you. You’re just not ready to face it. Whatever’s between us isn’t a part of that.”
“How can you say that? We literally have to make pairings together.”
