hours. Two days with her and he couldn't imagine what that kitchen would look like without her in it. He couldn't imagine sleeping alone. Hel , he couldn't even imagine showering alone at this point.
He hadn't invited her to come here, to invade his life, but now that she was here the crazy truth was that he was glad.
So damn glad it scared the shit out of him. Because he knew it couldn't possibly last forever, this fantasy world they were living in just steps away from the ocean and the forest.
It was getting dark when he realized he was missing her too much to stay outside and give her privacy any longer. She dropped the phone on to the counter just as he walked in, looking mildly irritated. And total y beautiful.
He knew another moment of fear. It was a big deal for her to give him these days away from her business. The look on her face after hanging up the phone told him how badly she was needed at the office. She was going to leave.
No. Not yet!
His entire body tensed. His gut clenched tight, like it was being held by a ruthless fist. He needed to stop her, had to convince her somehow, someway, to stay. At least for a little while longer.
Because he needed her. So badly it shocked the hel out of him.
She swept out of the cabin. “I need to go dancing. Now.”
She threw his car keys at him and he barely caught them before they fel over the edge into the thick brush.
“You're not leaving?”
The words came out before he could stop them, before he could delete the pathetic undertone of need, of fear beneath them. She stopped running down the stairs to look back at him with a frown.
“Not without you, I'm not.”
The rush of relief, of joy, nearly knocked him over. By the time he got down to the bottom of the stairs she was standing in the gravel parking lot looking disapprovingly at his Porsche. Every other woman he'd ever been with had practical y wanted to do his car. Somehow it was fitting that Janica seemed annoyed by it instead.
“Why can't you just drive a truck?” Before he could answer, she shot him an irritated glance, and said,
“Because let me tel you, it's going to be hel trying to do it in this stupid sports car.”
He laughed out loud and got hard al at the same time.
“I thought we were going to go dancing?”
She rol ed her eyes. “Dancing. Fucking. One leads right to the other. How can you not know that?” She opened the passenger door, got in, and slammed the door.
He was going to have a hel of a time dancing with a hard-on like this. Not that it real y mattered, however, since he didn't dance. In any case, he seriously doubted they'd find a place to dance in this fairly remote coastal mountain town.
Which meant they could just focus on the fucking, he thought with a grin that he had a feeling he was going to pay for later.
But maybe she was a little witch. Because they had barely hit the two lanes of Highway 1 when she had him pul over in front of a biker bar. The parking lot was packed with motorcycles and big trucks.
He could hear the music blaring before he'd even turned off his ignition.
Stil in the front seat of his car, she turned and looked at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “You are going to absolutely hate this, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
She threw her head back and laughed, then got of the car and al but skipped inside the bar.
Wondering why he was even bothering to lock his car in a place like this – it would only be more fun to steal if it was a chal enge, wouldn't it? - he headed inside after her. She was already in the middle of the dance floor by the time he got inside, shaking and shimmying and writhing with everything she had.
Quickly noting he wasn't the only one drinking her in, knowing without a shred of doubt that every guy in there—and probably half the women—wanted to drag her into a back room and take her, a swift burst of red-hot jealousy rushed him. Without thinking, he pushed through the crowd to lay claim to her.
As if
He hadn't invited her to come here, to invade his life, but now that she was here the crazy truth was that he was glad.
So damn glad it scared the shit out of him. Because he knew it couldn't possibly last forever, this fantasy world they were living in just steps away from the ocean and the forest.
It was getting dark when he realized he was missing her too much to stay outside and give her privacy any longer. She dropped the phone on to the counter just as he walked in, looking mildly irritated. And total y beautiful.
He knew another moment of fear. It was a big deal for her to give him these days away from her business. The look on her face after hanging up the phone told him how badly she was needed at the office. She was going to leave.
No. Not yet!
His entire body tensed. His gut clenched tight, like it was being held by a ruthless fist. He needed to stop her, had to convince her somehow, someway, to stay. At least for a little while longer.
Because he needed her. So badly it shocked the hel out of him.
She swept out of the cabin. “I need to go dancing. Now.”
She threw his car keys at him and he barely caught them before they fel over the edge into the thick brush.
“You're not leaving?”
The words came out before he could stop them, before he could delete the pathetic undertone of need, of fear beneath them. She stopped running down the stairs to look back at him with a frown.
“Not without you, I'm not.”
The rush of relief, of joy, nearly knocked him over. By the time he got down to the bottom of the stairs she was standing in the gravel parking lot looking disapprovingly at his Porsche. Every other woman he'd ever been with had practical y wanted to do his car. Somehow it was fitting that Janica seemed annoyed by it instead.
“Why can't you just drive a truck?” Before he could answer, she shot him an irritated glance, and said,
“Because let me tel you, it's going to be hel trying to do it in this stupid sports car.”
He laughed out loud and got hard al at the same time.
“I thought we were going to go dancing?”
She rol ed her eyes. “Dancing. Fucking. One leads right to the other. How can you not know that?” She opened the passenger door, got in, and slammed the door.
He was going to have a hel of a time dancing with a hard-on like this. Not that it real y mattered, however, since he didn't dance. In any case, he seriously doubted they'd find a place to dance in this fairly remote coastal mountain town.
Which meant they could just focus on the fucking, he thought with a grin that he had a feeling he was going to pay for later.
But maybe she was a little witch. Because they had barely hit the two lanes of Highway 1 when she had him pul over in front of a biker bar. The parking lot was packed with motorcycles and big trucks.
He could hear the music blaring before he'd even turned off his ignition.
Stil in the front seat of his car, she turned and looked at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “You are going to absolutely hate this, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
She threw her head back and laughed, then got of the car and al but skipped inside the bar.
Wondering why he was even bothering to lock his car in a place like this – it would only be more fun to steal if it was a chal enge, wouldn't it? - he headed inside after her. She was already in the middle of the dance floor by the time he got inside, shaking and shimmying and writhing with everything she had.
Quickly noting he wasn't the only one drinking her in, knowing without a shred of doubt that every guy in there—and probably half the women—wanted to drag her into a back room and take her, a swift burst of red-hot jealousy rushed him. Without thinking, he pushed through the crowd to lay claim to her.
As if
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