wasn’t interested in Tatum like that anymore. Now, if it had been Katie knocking on his door dressed up like that . . .
“This morning I went past the drive-in movie and I remembered the night we . . .” Her voice trailed off and she glided her hand along his sweat-slick abdomen.
He remembered. It had been in the summer, but it wasn’t the heat wave or raunchy movie that had set him off. He had seen Katie on a date at the drive-in. It was bad enough watching a guy have his hands all over her while they stood in line for popcorn, but she had looked incredibly sexy in a white lace cami and tiny denim shorts. Right then and there he wanted to grab Katie by her long ponytail, throw her into his truck, rip off her clothes and make love to her until the fierce lust drained from his body.
Instead he kept his distance. Did everything he could not to look at Katie while the white-hot need tore through him. And before that movie was over, he and Tatum had enjoyed some rough and wild sex in the cab of his truck. He immediately regretted it, and not because he gave most of the customers at the drive-in something more interesting than the movie to watch. He had felt restless, and guilty, which had made no sense.
Tatum palmed his rock-hard cock through his jeans and cupped his balls with her other hand. “Oh, you do remember,” she crooned. She reached for his zipper and slowly dragged it down. “This time it’ll be better than ever,” she promised.
Ryder wrapped his fingers around Tatum’s wrist, stopping her. “I’m sorry, Tatum,” he said in a cold tone. “It’s not a good idea.”
She appeared stunned by his refusal. “Why not?” she asked as she stepped closer until her breasts pressed against his chest and her hands were trapped between their bodies as she dragged his zipper all the way down.
Ryder wasn’t sure how to answer. A rough, fast screw with Tatum might take the edge off the lust that was eating at him. It had in the past, and there was no reason why it wouldn’t work now. Why not have a meaningless quickie with an ex-girlfriend who knew the score?
But he already knew the answer. Katie Kramer had gotten under his skin and wormed a place in his heart. He would only find peace and satisfaction with her, and there could be no substitute.
Ryder grabbed both of Tatum’s wrists and lifted her hands away from his pants. He guided her a step away from his door before he let go.
“Good-bye, Tatum. Next time call before you drop by,” he suggested as he closed the door. He turned the lock and rested his head against the wall. He didn’t regret his choice, but Tatum must be wondering what had gotten into him.
Katie had, along with the promise of something better, something sweeter. She really had turned his life upside down, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t deny that something was about to happen between them. She obviously wanted it as much as he did.
Hilary set down her coffee cup with a clatter, the confusion apparent on her face. “So, let me see if I’ve got this straight,” she said to Melissa and Katie as they sat around a tiny table in the quaint coffeehouse later that afternoon. “Ryder laid down the law and told you what you can and cannot do.” She paused. “And we’re excited about this?”
“He accepted my offer,” Katie explained. She spoke very calmly as her pulse tripped and skipped. Leaning back in her chair, she tried to look as if she fully expected every one of her fantasies to come true. She wasn’t freaking out. Not at all.
“He sort of accepted your offer,” Hilary pointed out, “as long as you do everything he says.”
“Hey, don’t knock it,” Melissa said, as she wrapped a protective arm around Katie’s shoulders. “This is a major development. It’s a step in the right direction.”
“True.” Hilary nodded. “But how many steps are involved
“This morning I went past the drive-in movie and I remembered the night we . . .” Her voice trailed off and she glided her hand along his sweat-slick abdomen.
He remembered. It had been in the summer, but it wasn’t the heat wave or raunchy movie that had set him off. He had seen Katie on a date at the drive-in. It was bad enough watching a guy have his hands all over her while they stood in line for popcorn, but she had looked incredibly sexy in a white lace cami and tiny denim shorts. Right then and there he wanted to grab Katie by her long ponytail, throw her into his truck, rip off her clothes and make love to her until the fierce lust drained from his body.
Instead he kept his distance. Did everything he could not to look at Katie while the white-hot need tore through him. And before that movie was over, he and Tatum had enjoyed some rough and wild sex in the cab of his truck. He immediately regretted it, and not because he gave most of the customers at the drive-in something more interesting than the movie to watch. He had felt restless, and guilty, which had made no sense.
Tatum palmed his rock-hard cock through his jeans and cupped his balls with her other hand. “Oh, you do remember,” she crooned. She reached for his zipper and slowly dragged it down. “This time it’ll be better than ever,” she promised.
Ryder wrapped his fingers around Tatum’s wrist, stopping her. “I’m sorry, Tatum,” he said in a cold tone. “It’s not a good idea.”
She appeared stunned by his refusal. “Why not?” she asked as she stepped closer until her breasts pressed against his chest and her hands were trapped between their bodies as she dragged his zipper all the way down.
Ryder wasn’t sure how to answer. A rough, fast screw with Tatum might take the edge off the lust that was eating at him. It had in the past, and there was no reason why it wouldn’t work now. Why not have a meaningless quickie with an ex-girlfriend who knew the score?
But he already knew the answer. Katie Kramer had gotten under his skin and wormed a place in his heart. He would only find peace and satisfaction with her, and there could be no substitute.
Ryder grabbed both of Tatum’s wrists and lifted her hands away from his pants. He guided her a step away from his door before he let go.
“Good-bye, Tatum. Next time call before you drop by,” he suggested as he closed the door. He turned the lock and rested his head against the wall. He didn’t regret his choice, but Tatum must be wondering what had gotten into him.
Katie had, along with the promise of something better, something sweeter. She really had turned his life upside down, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t deny that something was about to happen between them. She obviously wanted it as much as he did.
Hilary set down her coffee cup with a clatter, the confusion apparent on her face. “So, let me see if I’ve got this straight,” she said to Melissa and Katie as they sat around a tiny table in the quaint coffeehouse later that afternoon. “Ryder laid down the law and told you what you can and cannot do.” She paused. “And we’re excited about this?”
“He accepted my offer,” Katie explained. She spoke very calmly as her pulse tripped and skipped. Leaning back in her chair, she tried to look as if she fully expected every one of her fantasies to come true. She wasn’t freaking out. Not at all.
“He sort of accepted your offer,” Hilary pointed out, “as long as you do everything he says.”
“Hey, don’t knock it,” Melissa said, as she wrapped a protective arm around Katie’s shoulders. “This is a major development. It’s a step in the right direction.”
“True.” Hilary nodded. “But how many steps are involved
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