Page 45 of No One Wants That (Blitzen Bay)

“Are you drunk? Or are you still having walking problems? Or both?” He wraps his arm around my shoulders as we get to the stairs. “I’ll help you down. We don’t need you falling on your ass twice in one day.”

“At least there’s not a water hazard this time,” I say, leaning against him.

“Speaking of water, you never answered me about tomorrow. Are you coming out on the lake with us?”

“What time is this happening?” He keeps his arm around me when we get to the bottom of the stairs. “I’m not much of a morning person.”

“We’re leaving at ten, so you’ll have plenty of time to sleep in, princess.”

“Fine,” I say, slipping my arm around his waist. “Then sold. As long as I don’t have to touch any fish or worms.”

“No one wants to see that. After today’s hiking display, I think you should stay as far away from outdoor sports as possible.”

He tightens his arm around me when we walk up the steps to the inn, but then lets me go to open the front door. I look back at him as I start up the stairs to my room. He’s following right behind me. I’m sure my body’s vibrating again, but my mind’s too stimulated to even care.

As we get to my door, I turn around and lean my back against it. He’s standing really close but not touching me. I look up at him and soften my eyes to let him know I’m ready to be kissed, but he just stares at me.

I nod my head backward. “Do you want to come in?”

He takes a step back and whistles out a breath. “Very much, but I’m not going to—not tonight, anyway.”

“Oh, okay,” I say, turning toward the door as I feel my face starting to burn. “No worries. My bad. I read that completely wrong.”

His hand covers mine as I fumble with the key trying to get it to go into the lock. He takes the key from me and opens the door. I try to shut it on him, but he stops it with his foot.

“Believe me. You didn’t read anything wrong,” he says, taking my chin in his hand and tilting it up. “How long have you been broken up with your boyfriend?”

I try to look down, but he holds my chin firm. “Kit, how long?”

I start shifting my feet. “Only a couple days, okay? Why? Do you have something against rebound sex? I’m sure you’ve been that guy many times before.”

“I don’t have a thing against rebound sex.” He lets my chin go. “But I don’t think that’s probably the best thing for you right now.”

“How do you know what’s best for me?” I glare at him and try to close the door. His foot stops it again.

“Fair enough,” he says, looking down at me. “So I’ll say it’s maybe not the best thing for me. It’s not really what I’m looking for anymore.”

“Butch, if you’re not into me, it’s cool.” I start closing the door again. “You don’t have to make stuff up.”

He blocks the door with his arm then grabs my shoulders and pushes me against the door jamb.

“I’m into you,” he growls as he presses his body against mine. “But I don’t think you’re in the right place to give me what I want right now.”

When I feel him rock hard against my stomach, I start panting. I rest my forehead against his chest—trying to stop the spinning.

“What do you want right now?” I whisper.

He strokes my hair a few times and then kisses the top of my head. “A woman who’s ready for more than a one-night stand.”

He hugs me to him for a second and then takes a few steps back.

“Good night, Kit. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He points at the door. “Lock your door. I’ll leave when I hear it click.”

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