Page 77 of Meant to Be
“I’m not a man-whore.” He supposed that was what bothered him. She thought he was a playboy. Sure, he’d dated many women, but his bedroom hadn’t had a revolving door of nightly one-night stands. The only reason it seemed like he was a lothario was because he didn’t want long-term commitments, which meant, after a few months with a woman, things would end.
She smiled. “I don’t think you are.”
“You believe everything this town is telling you about me.”
“Not everything. Personally, I think you’d need to call the Guinness Book of Records if everything people were saying about you was true.”
His irritation decreased. He even mustered a smile.
“I will say the rumors of your skills… well, those are true.”
Her words, with the glint in her eyes, had his body heating and hardening.
“And I haven’t even shown you all my skills.”
“There’s still time.”
He nodded. How much time was the question. How far could he go with this and still keep his heart intact? Because the longer he was with Sydney, the more he feared he’d be unable to let her go when the time came. And it would come. Eventually she’d go back to New York. More than likely, he’d do something to mess it up. He briefly considered ending their affair right then and there.
But then she stood and stripped her T-shirt off, exposing those beautiful, full breasts. Fuller than he’d remembered them being in college. His hands itched to hold them again.
She smiled seductively. “There’s no time like the present.”
