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I slide off my stool, happy he's asked me to his side of the bar rather than leaving me on the paying side with the woman who flirted with him. “Sounds good.”
“You really came here to help me?”
The way his eyes track my curves and my body through my outfit convinces me I made the right choice in coming.
“That, and I didn't want to wait for another round between the sheets with you.”
I've never been this forward with a man. Even when I propositioned Dylan and made it clear in no uncertain terms I wanted to have sex with him and nothing more, I never came right out and told him how desperate I was to feel his body on mine.
My breath catches in my throat as he moves closer to me and whispers, “I had no idea you had this insatiable streak in you, Claire-bear.”
Neither did I until I slept with Dylan. Sex was always saved for relationships. It never happened before the third date, and I generally used it to keep the man I was with satisfied, rather than partaking in it for my own satisfaction.
“I like this side of you.” His thumb strokes down my forearm with a featherlight caress that shouldn't make me tremble but does. “I'm really glad you're here.”
“Me too.”
Thank God he'll only be sleeping with me from now on. I'm so in lust with him, so amazed by the sensual pleasure I've discovered in his arms, I don't know how I would have coped with the disappointment of having to let him go already.
17
Dylan
I'm not sure what to make of the fact Claire turned up tonight when I told her I wasn't available. If it had been any other woman who'd shown up after I cancelled our date, I'd be a little nervous she was taking whatever we were doing too seriously. But Claire knows the deal. I'm leaving in October and all she wants is a good time while she takes a timeout from her list. She assured me of that.
Does that mean doubt isn't niggling away in the back of my mind? No.
Claire Chase will always be looking for a husband – a man to give her what she needs. As far as I know, she's never going to mistake me for that someone, but sex has a way of doing funny things to women's brains.
So maybe I should be more nervous about the fact Claire showed up here to ‘help’, but I do believe she's as addicted to the chemistry between us as I am. I'm so turned on by her obvious desire for me that all I can think about is how soon I can get her naked and underneath me. Nine years of pent-up lust and desire has given me a one-track mind.
Well, more so than usual.
I'd actually resented coming in to work this evening, and I can't remember the last time that happened. Maybe never. It's probably only natural I want to be with Claire every night I can until I leave. Come October, I'll be gone. I won't stay because of Claire, no matter how good it feels to be with her.
No matter how much I've always cared about her and how much she's always meant to me. I'll never be happy living the lifeshe's drawn to, meaning in the end we'll wreck each other with our shattered dreams and hopes for the future.
This is just sex and fun, pure and simple. It has to be.
The look of shock on her face as she walked into the bar and saw me talking to one of my regulars – Jane – flashes before my eyes.
Okay, so maybe this thing between us isn't quite as pure and simple as it should be. Is there any chance Claire and I can walk away from what we're doing without ruining everything between the two of us, and between her family and me?
Is there any chance Austin won't try to beat the living shit out of me when he finds out what's going on?
“She begged me for it,” is never going to cut it. Nor is, “If it wasn't me, it would have been some other dude.”
Austin is going to have a conniption.
“Like this?” Claire looks up from the cocktail she's making to check she's mixing the ingredients correctly.
I can't help but smile at her eagerness. “Yeah, just like that.”
At least Claire is having a good time. I can't remember the last time I saw her smile so much. Focusing on that instead of how Austin might kick my arse seems like a better way to spend the evening.
I'm surprised by just how easy it is to spend time with her. Now that we're sleeping together, our bickering and teasing feels more like flirting and foreplay.
“I didn't want to wait for another round between the sheets with you.”
