Why is Rylee the perfect woman?
She doesn’t care what she’s eating in front of me as I eat my own burger.
“You know, I really don’t eat many burgers after working at the diner all day, but this is good.”
“This chef is world class.If only he had more people to cook for.”
She sets her burger down on her plate and wipes her hands on the napkin.“Would you ever want to come work out here?”
“I am not cut out for it.”
Rylee reaches over and squeezes my bicep and fuck, that is a straight shot to my groin.
Nope.Not going there.
“With these muscles from hauling kegs?You totally could work in the fields.”
“Would you miss me at the bar?”I ask, fishing for an answer.
“Of course.”She clasps her hands under her chin and rests her elbows on the table.“Who else would give us free drinks?”
“Ouch.I guess I know what I’m good for.”
Sliding her chair over, Rylee’s knees knock into mine as she closes the distance.
“You know you’re good for a lot more than that.”
“Oh yeah?”
She nods.“Yeah.”
Rylee leans closer.Up close, gold flecks glimmer in her blue eyes.I’ve never noticed that before.I’ve neverletmyself notice it before.
“What are you doing?”I ask.
Her mouth is an inch from mine.It’s the only reason I can feel the smile that graces those lips of hers.
“I thought it was fairly obvious, Chase.”
“Rylee…” I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip.“What about?—”
“Joey?”she finishes.
“Yeah.”
“She’s not here right now.”
“But—”
Her mouth slants over mine.It stops any argument I might have.Hell, it puts an end to any thought I have except for how fucking good her mouth feels against mine.
I pull her over onto my lap and deepen the kiss.
Oh, fuck.
Her nails scrape through my scalp as I stroke my tongue along hers.Every sound she makes is music to my ears.Her lithe body moves over mine, hardening my cock.
“Fuck, Ry.”