know if I want to sleep with you." Sarah bit the words out to him one at a time as if she was explaining something to someone who refused to learn.
"Nobody wants to sleep together after they get to know each other," he stated bluntly.
"Oh my God. Is that what you really think?"
He looked her up and down and raised one eyebrow. "You got to get it while it's hot."
"Get it while it's hot?" She knew she kept on repeating everything he said. She just couldn't seem to help it. The words that came from his mouth were so un-fucking-believable.
Sarah watched him run his fingers through his hair in what looked like pure male aggravation. He turned away and then back to face her in a quick move that relayed his frustration. "I don't know what your hold up is. I want to sleep with you. That's all I want. So simple."
"That's all you want? You are so freakin' rude. You're rude and impatient and--"
He interrupted her with a hiss, "Forgive the shit out of me! Maybe you haven't noticed, but I haven't had a cigarette in almost two fucking days!" His mouth was carved into lines of strain, his eyes were hot on hers.
Sarah froze and stared at him. "What? Why?"
His mouth flattened into a thin line. "Because you don't like it."
Sarah was speechless. Momentarily, absolutely speechless. He quit smoking for her? A small kernel of pleasure blossomed within and began to spread, radiating out from the inside.
And then he spoke again. "So what the fuck do you want, Sarah? What's it going to take for those twisted little panties to come off?"
Sarah breathed in deeply and just stopped herself from ordering him from her house again. Fury and shock in equal amounts pumped through her. The guy damn well thought he could say whatever the hell he felt. So why not give him an answer? "My girlfriend said you're a player. That you screw women and dump them. She warned me--"
"This the same girlfriend who was with you at the Cut-n-Shoot?" he asked her in a dry voice.
"Yes, why?" She frowned at him.
"No reason. Just want to know who's talking shit about me." John knew he'd pissed more than a few women off in the county. But he hadn't recognized her friend that night. As far as he knew, he'd never met the other woman before and whether it was true or false, he didn't know how she'd come into the knowledge that she had.
"So, are you denying it?" She crossed her arms and waited for his answer.
He didn't mind telling her the truth as he saw it. "I don't screw women and dump them. We get together, it plays out, end of story."
"And do these women agree? Or are you the one who decides when it's over?" she asked him in a tone that pretty much said she thought he was lower than a snake.
He watched her for a moment in silence. Her mood had gone swiftly from tears to angry accusation. She was being clingy and needy already and he hadn't even gotten in her goddamn pants yet. And why the hell wasn't he running in the opposite direction already? "I don't really need your shit, Sarah."
"That's fine. You don't need my shit and I'm not going to roll over like a simple-minded slut and spread my legs for you. So that's one issue down and now we only have one to go." Sarah knew she wasn't going to get any help from him now, so she didn't need to take care not to piss him off. "We can move on to the reason I came to see you in the first place. Are you going to help me or not?"
She really wasn't a bit surprised when he crossed the room and came to stand in front of her. She wasn't surprised but she couldn't help the shivers that ran down her spine. She lifted her chin and stood her ground while she waited to see what his reaction would be.
She didn't have long to wait.
He lifted her face in his callused palm and jerked her chin up until her eyes were on his. "Don't make the mistake of thinking you can control me, babe. I've warned you about that before. We'll get to the second issue when the first one is resolved. And it will be resolved when you're naked in my bed.
"Nobody wants to sleep together after they get to know each other," he stated bluntly.
"Oh my God. Is that what you really think?"
He looked her up and down and raised one eyebrow. "You got to get it while it's hot."
"Get it while it's hot?" She knew she kept on repeating everything he said. She just couldn't seem to help it. The words that came from his mouth were so un-fucking-believable.
Sarah watched him run his fingers through his hair in what looked like pure male aggravation. He turned away and then back to face her in a quick move that relayed his frustration. "I don't know what your hold up is. I want to sleep with you. That's all I want. So simple."
"That's all you want? You are so freakin' rude. You're rude and impatient and--"
He interrupted her with a hiss, "Forgive the shit out of me! Maybe you haven't noticed, but I haven't had a cigarette in almost two fucking days!" His mouth was carved into lines of strain, his eyes were hot on hers.
Sarah froze and stared at him. "What? Why?"
His mouth flattened into a thin line. "Because you don't like it."
Sarah was speechless. Momentarily, absolutely speechless. He quit smoking for her? A small kernel of pleasure blossomed within and began to spread, radiating out from the inside.
And then he spoke again. "So what the fuck do you want, Sarah? What's it going to take for those twisted little panties to come off?"
Sarah breathed in deeply and just stopped herself from ordering him from her house again. Fury and shock in equal amounts pumped through her. The guy damn well thought he could say whatever the hell he felt. So why not give him an answer? "My girlfriend said you're a player. That you screw women and dump them. She warned me--"
"This the same girlfriend who was with you at the Cut-n-Shoot?" he asked her in a dry voice.
"Yes, why?" She frowned at him.
"No reason. Just want to know who's talking shit about me." John knew he'd pissed more than a few women off in the county. But he hadn't recognized her friend that night. As far as he knew, he'd never met the other woman before and whether it was true or false, he didn't know how she'd come into the knowledge that she had.
"So, are you denying it?" She crossed her arms and waited for his answer.
He didn't mind telling her the truth as he saw it. "I don't screw women and dump them. We get together, it plays out, end of story."
"And do these women agree? Or are you the one who decides when it's over?" she asked him in a tone that pretty much said she thought he was lower than a snake.
He watched her for a moment in silence. Her mood had gone swiftly from tears to angry accusation. She was being clingy and needy already and he hadn't even gotten in her goddamn pants yet. And why the hell wasn't he running in the opposite direction already? "I don't really need your shit, Sarah."
"That's fine. You don't need my shit and I'm not going to roll over like a simple-minded slut and spread my legs for you. So that's one issue down and now we only have one to go." Sarah knew she wasn't going to get any help from him now, so she didn't need to take care not to piss him off. "We can move on to the reason I came to see you in the first place. Are you going to help me or not?"
She really wasn't a bit surprised when he crossed the room and came to stand in front of her. She wasn't surprised but she couldn't help the shivers that ran down her spine. She lifted her chin and stood her ground while she waited to see what his reaction would be.
She didn't have long to wait.
He lifted her face in his callused palm and jerked her chin up until her eyes were on his. "Don't make the mistake of thinking you can control me, babe. I've warned you about that before. We'll get to the second issue when the first one is resolved. And it will be resolved when you're naked in my bed.
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