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Her fingers pluck at the duvet now. Her breathing roughens; I can hear it from here. ‘That’s not true.’
She’s lying and we both know it, but I’m fine with a little denial. ‘It’s okay,’ I soothe. ‘I understand. I’m not your type. But sexual attraction doesn’t always come in a neatly wrapped box. Sometimes we want what we want and there’s no rhyme or reason to it.’
Her hands stop again, and her eyes lift to mine. Our gazes lock. ‘I don’t have time for… dalliances.’
Christ, even the way she saysdalliancesmakes me horny. So prim. I want that proper mouth wrapped around my cock doing improper things. ‘Doc.’ I smile and shake my head at her. ‘You need to make time.’
‘I’m fine.’
She tosses her head, and I almost groan as her boobs bounce to the movement. I quirk my eyebrow in mock inquiry, just to see her spark up. She does.
‘I am.’
I shake my head slowly. ‘You’re pissed off all the time.’
‘Only at you.’
I laugh. Touché. But she bristles even more at my amusement.
‘I’m only ever… cranky at you.’
‘Cranky?’ This woman is hysterical. ‘God, I love your primness. You can’t even say the words. Can’t say Danny Colton pisses me off. It’s okay to say it, you know.’
‘Gee.’ She smiles at me, her teeth gritted. ‘Thanks for the permission.’
‘It might even help.’
‘Help?’
‘Loosen you up a bit.’
‘Why? So I can schlep around shirtless all day, keeping my neighbours awake with my drum practice?’
‘I’m all for you schlepping around shirtless.’
She folds her arms. Her amber eyes glow in the low light. ‘You’re doing it again.’
I smile. ‘Pissing you off?’
‘You think all this casual cussing makes you some kind of… cool dude?’
I throw my head back and laugh this time. Is she kidding? I’m a drummer. I’m already pretty cool. But I don’t point this out. I change tack. ‘Your momma teach you cussing was a sin?’
‘Didn’t yours?’
I ignore her question. ‘I suppose she thinks the F word sends you straight to hell?’ I wonder how sick it is on a scale of one to ten for me to want to hear such a dirty word coming from such a prim mouth?
Her eyes widen. Just a little, but I notice it. I notice everything about her. The slight roughness in her breath as it slides in and out of her magnificent mouth; the way her toes curl inside her socks. I definitely notice how she crosses one ankleover the other and slides a hand into the valley where her thighs meet, right up high, snuggled into her crotch.
Is she getting hot just from talking about cussing? From the mention of the F word? Is it starting to hurt between those legs?
‘I’m pretty sure my momma doesn’t spend any of her time thinking about the F word.’
Her voice is high and breathy, but she looks at me, her eyes glowing with defiance, her chin in the air. I say, ‘Like mother like daughter, huh?’ just to rile her up even more.
Her lips flatten. ‘I told you before, I don’t have time for?—’
‘Dalliances.’ I grin as I complete her sentence, then I shake my head at her. Such a waste. ‘How long’s it been since you had an orgasm, Doc?’ She goes to speak, and I hold up my hand. ‘With another human being. Not one you’ve given to yourself.’
