Page 31 of Wreck Me
“Right? It wasn’t me at all. But anyway, I traded the BMW in and bought a car the biggest badass woman I could think of drove. It took me a couple of weeks, and Nate helped me out, but I found one.” She raised her head and shrugged. “And that’s how I ended up with a blue Karmann Ghia. I just hope they can fix it.”
They watched each other for a few seconds, the air around them growing thick with tension. She bit her plump bottom lip and shoved a lock of hair behind her ear before looking away. At some point he’d shifted closer to her.
“Hey.” He put a finger under her chin and brought her gaze to his. “I don’t know what all you went through with your ex, but I admire your strength to start over.”
She rolled her eyes. “Please. If it weren’t for my brother, I’d be sitting in a cardboard box, singing for my next meal. And I don’t sing, Aidan.”
He grinned and rubbed his thumb along her jawline. “Be that as it may, you walked away from a bad scene. Even if it wasn’t physical.” His next thought stopped him cold. “He wasn’t, was he?”
“No.” She shook her head, her chin still in his grip. “He was never physical. Too lazy for that anyway. He got his rocks off with insults and infidelity.”
In Aidan’s mind, that was still abuse. The bruises were just on the inside. And those took longer to heal than the physical.
He’d seen it time and again in his line of work.
“Well,” he cleared his throat. “Either way. It takes guts to walk away from a marriage. Even though your brother is helping you, you’re making it.” His thumb brushed over her lips. “Beatrix Kiddo’s got nothing on you, Megan Gentry.”
Her throat moved as she swallowed and looked at him, her eyes wide and searching. Fuck. She was messing with his head. Her scent, her warm, soft skin. He had no doubt she’d be warm and soft in other places he’d give his left nut to explore.
He wanted nothing more than to strip her bare and lay her down in his bed. Worship every curve and plane of her body.
Or shove her up against the side of his house and fuck her brains out.
It was toss-up as to which would win if he were that type of guy.
But he wasn’t.
She was his guest. He was the interim town sheriff and all around standup guy. She wasn’t here because shewantedto be so much as she was stuck here. He’d never had to take advantage of a woman before and he wouldn’t start now. No matter how much his body ached to be inside her.
He dropped his hand and stepped away from her. “Um, I’m going to hang out here a little longer. So if you need to take a shower or whatever, feel free.”
Megan blinked once. Twice. Then shook her head a little. “Right. Thanks. I think I’ll do that.” She stepped up another step, putting distance between them. “I enjoyed the walk. Thanks for the invite. And dinner.”
“Thanks for the pie.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a smile. Damn, those smiles would be the death of him.
“Good night, Aidan.”
“Night, Megan.”
She left and Aidan blew out a breath. He waited a couple of minutes, hoping the air would cool him off before he went inside. His cabin wasn’t all that large. He needed a breather from seeing her for a little while.
When he thought enough time had passed, he walked inside, locked up the cabin, and threw out his empty beer bottle. He climbed up the ladder stairs to the loft area he’d taken over when he’d given Megan his room. He changed into a pair of pajama pants, forgoing a shirt since he was still overheated.
He lay on the twin bed he was almost too tall for in the loft of his cabin, staring at the A-frame, pine slat ceiling above him, trying not to think of her in his bed for another night. He’d had a hard enough time trying not to think of her in his bed all day long today. Wondered if he went into his room, if her scent would be on his sheets. If he would see the indent of her head on his pillows.
When he heard the shower come on in the bathroom, he groaned and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was a grown-ass man and yet here he was reacting like a damn teenager. He hardly knew this woman, but she’d done nothing but worm her way into his psyche all day and night.
All he could do was think of her in his shower, wet and naked, her hands drifting over the curve of her hips and up over her tits, where he just knew her nipples would be perfect and responsive. She’d lean back so she could wash all that long length of hair, hair that probably brushed the top of that amazing ass when it was wet and slick. The water running in rivers down the center of her belly headed straight for the promise land.
His cock went hard as steel. “Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think about something else. Anything else would do.
Maybe he just needed to rub one out and be done with it.
He slid a hand down and gripped his cock, stroking it, looking for relief. He closed his eyes and with the sound of the shower running in the background and images of Megan wet and slick, it didn’t take long for his desire to end up all over his stomach.
After he cleaned up, he lay back down and tried for sleep. To his dismay, the relief he’d felt when he came was only temporary. As soon as he heard her moving around downstairs, his body tightened all over again.
