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“I’m sure you have things to do.” She doesn’t look at me when she answers.
Not really, but I shouldn’t tell her that.
“The Colts are playing. We could go to the rooftop,” I offer.
What the hell is wrong with me? Isn’t this what every guy wants—a quick and easy out?
She looks at me from the corner of her eye, covering her delicious pussy with her pink underwear and her tits with a matching bra. “Maybe we should talk.”
Then she disappears into the kitchen and returns with her T-shirt. She continues to get dressed, and I watch her cover up a body I can’t get enough of. My dick is raring to go again, which seems crazy, but the chemistry between us is insane.
I put my arms behind my head, leaning against the headboard. “I think we should exchange numbers.”
She sort of laughs, but there’s a tension to it that I don’t like.
“Is that a no?”
She turns to me at the end of the bed, pulling a ponytail holder out of her purse and securing her hair back. She unwound the elastic in her hair earlier at some point, and I have no idea where it is. Apparently she doesn’t either. “You’re Rowan Landry. You can go down to that street and have a line of women.”
“I don’t want a line of women.”
She sighs. “We agreed to nothing more than sex.”
“Did I change that by asking for your number?”
She looks away for a beat then returns my gaze. “What are your expectations if we exchange numbers?”
“I’m not sure, but I already know that you haven’t walked out that door yet, and here I am, wanting more of you.”
Her hand falls to her stomach, and her throat bobs when she swallows. “So, you’d use it to hook up only?”
I get out of bed, grab my joggers, and step into them. I don’t miss the way she watches me the entire time. She feels the same. I just need to convince her that this is the perfect situation.
“Neither of us want anything serious, so it seems pretty easy to me—you wanna fuck around, text me. If I wanna fuck around, I’ll text you.”
“Easy as that, huh?”
I place my hand on her hip, drawing her closer. My lips go to her neck, kissing up to her ear. “This is new for me too, but I just know that I’m not done with you.”
“Rowan,” she says, but there’s no fight in her tone, which keeps me going.
“Are you going to make me beg?” I whisper against her flesh.
“I should.” Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her fingers fiddling in the back of my hair. “Strictly sex then. No fancy dinners. No date-like atmospheres.”
I chuckle and suck her earlobe into my mouth. “Deal.”
I draw back from her, and our eyes meet, both of us smiling.
“Now I need your phone.”
She digs into her purse and hands it to me. We exchange numbers, then I walk her to the door.
“Text me if you’re horny?” I say, unsure how to end this encounter.
She laughs. “Please never say that again.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into me, my lips meeting hers for one final kiss. I’m not ready for her to go, but pretty soon I’m going to look like a clinger.
