Page 36 of Sins or Secrets
“Logan, what the hell?” Quinn asks and I glare at her.
I look her up and down and feel more agitated when I take in what she’s wearing.A pair of denim shorts that shows off her legs and her shapely ass, and a little shirt she has tied up in the front showing off the belly button piercing she still has.Yes she’s sexy as fuck and to people like Billy, the look screams bait.
“Look pal I don’t know who you think you are but I was just talking to the lady and you very rudely cut in,” Billy argues.
Remembering what Ethan said about tact, I decide not to answer.Instead, I take the basket from Quinn then take her hand then march her over to the cashier so I can slap down a twenty on the counter top.I don’t have any change and since what she has in the basket couldn’t even come up to five bucks the cashier was only too happy to get the extra cash.
“Logan, what the hell are you doing?” Quinn asks when we get outside.
“Me? Are you crazy? You think it's okay to pick up some random guy in a supermarket and go home with him?” I balk.
“Were you spying on me?” She tries to wrench her hand free but I tighten my grip on her wrist.
“No need to spy when you’re talking loud enough for the whole town to hear.”
“I wasn’t. And I wasn’t going with him.If you were listening you would have heard me decline.I just wasn’t as rude as you.”
“Where the fuck is you car?”
“Over there. It broke down and I’m too tired to wait for AAA so I was going to walk back and sort it out in the morning.”
“Walk? Dressed like that?”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?Your trashy girlfriend had on skimpier clothes than this.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I throw back feeling somewhat annoyed that she thinks Monica is my girlfriend, and my trashy girlfriend at that.
“Did you tell her that, because from where I was standing today it looked to me like she couldn’t be anything other?”
My lips part and I’m not sure what to say.She frowns wrinkling her pretty face and takes the bag from me.
“Thank you for my sweets.”
From the back pocket of her shorts she pulls out a twenty and tries to hand it to me.
When I don’t take it, she takes one step closer and tries to stuff it in my jacket pocket.I have my keys in there and a lighter so her attempts come up against those and the money keeps popping up.
The brush of her fingers on my chest makes my pulse skitter and my cock harden at the memory of those fingers running all over my body and I grab her hand for two reasons.One if she touches me for one more second, it’s going to become very apparent that I’m thinking with my dick.And, two, I’m not taking her money.
I hold her hand up and she stares up at me like she’s expecting me to do something.
She’s close enough that I could just pull her into my arms and kiss her.
Fuck me.
I shake my head and release her.But then I’m pulled back into whatever entity just took me when I take the money from my pocket and slide it into the back pocket of her shorts.
The back pocket nestled perfectly over the smooth curve of the plump flesh of her ass which feels better than I remember.So much damn better. It’s hard to not look like I’m trying to cop a feel when my damn hand is actually on her ass.
Her lips part at the contact.Those large blue-gray eyes widen and her cheeks flush against the moonlight producing a sexy glow which serves as another reminder of what I used to get up to with this girl.This girl, now a woman my damn body can’t stop reacting to.
Some unforeseen being must snap sense into me and I pull my hands free.She swallows hard and steels her spine looking like she’s trying to gather her composure too.
“I have to go,” she mutters, cutting into the weird silence filling the space between us.
“No. Come.”
“What? Where?”
