Page 34 of Wreck Me
“Sure, okay.” Amelia gave her a thumbs-up and an exaggerated wink.
Megan rolled her eyes and looked around. “It’s not. I mean, he’d never go for a girl like me even if I were in the market. Or he were in the market. But neither of us are.”
“Did he tell you that?”
Did he? “Well, no.” She sniffed. “But he didn’t have to. I can tell. And IknowI’m not looking for anyone. But I will take this to him since I’ve already taken it from you.”
Amelia held up her hands in a hold-up type fashion. “No take backsies.”
Megan rolled her eyes again but laughed. “Bye, Amelia.”
She started out the door, only to turn around and go back to the counter. “Um, where is the sheriff’s office?”
With a laugh, Amelia gave her directions with a smirk on her pretty face and mischief dancing in her blue eyes.
Aidan was right. Amelia was a troublemaker.
A troublemaker with damn good coffee.
Ten
Dangerous Liaisons
Walkingthe short block to the brick building in the near distance, butterflies took up all the real estate in her belly, leaving her feeling momentarily sick. She stopped at a bench and sat down to take a minute.
What the hell was wrong with her? She actually lived with this man. They were roommates. She slept in his freaking bed. Notwithhim, of course. But it was still pretty damn intimate to sleep on the sheets that he did before she crashed his bachelor pad.
She blew out a breath looking around the main square of the town where she’d stopped. People walked around, going about their business, hustling and bustling to the next place. Even small towns had hustle and bustle, just at a different cadence than a big city.
Even the big city hustle was nothing compared to the riot of feelings going on inside her.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t been near the man before, but that night on the deck, he’d been close in a different way. Before that night, things were decidedly platonic, even if she might have had some dirty little dreams about him. But that was before she got to know a little bit about him, broke through that more quiet side of him.
The problem was, now that she had, she wasn’t sure what to do with it. She knew what shewantedto do with it, and while she’d seen the desire in his eyes before what she called the near-miss kiss, she didn’t think Aidan would ever follow through. He was a good guy and respectful. He’d been the one to pull away that night, hadn’t he?
Still, before he pulled away, she’d seen some signs. Signs that made her wish he wasn’t such a good guy. Signs that told her if he ever broke free of that tightly coiled chain he kept himself on, he would ruin a woman for any other man.
Not for the first time, she thought the woman who made him break that chain would be a lucky bitch.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting her thoughts of him run wild for just a moment. Maybe if she thought about it now, before she saw him, she could act like a normal person.
The way his eyes had looked at her in the moonlit night, like he wanted to devour her in a couple of bites. The way his cologne subtly wrapped itself around her and drew her under his spell.
His lips? It was unfair for a man to have such beautiful lips. It did nothing but enhance his handsome face.
Then there was his voice. That deep, raspy timbre of his voice was panty-dropping. The slight hint of a Southern drawl. Kind of like a toned down Matthew McConaughey. All in all, she had it bad for Aidan Reynolds.
The only relief she found when it came to thinking of him was when she pulled out her little bullet friend and let it bring her the pleasure she craved. Unfortunately, her body wasn’t fooled. Even though she had orgasms that left her panting, her body wasn’t satisfied. It wanted the weight of a man, the touch of a man, the feel of his hard length inside her.
What was she saying? She didn’t want just a man. She wanted Aidan. The star of her dirty fantasies.
But fantasies were all that they’d be. There could never be anything between them. She knew herself, knew that if she slept with him just once, she’d find herself falling in “love” and that was what she was trying to avoid. Sex didn’t equate to love, but somewhere along the line, her heart never seemed to get that memo.
And that’s how her heart always ended up making her look like a fool.
Not to mention it would just complicate their living situation, and so far there was no other place for her to go. She couldn’t screw it up.
She blew out a breath and started to stand just as her phone rang. A smile curved her lips when she heard her brother’s ring tone.
