“Probably not.” I might’ve squeaked that.
A knock came at the door. “Spencer? They’re predicting a heavy rain. You biked, right? You might want to head out.”
“Are you going?” Bonnie took the bus, but had a long walk at the end of her trek.
“Well, I was kind of hoping—”
“Go, Bonnie. Try to beat the storm. I’ll—” I cleared my throat. “See you tomorrow.”
“Great. Thanks, Spence.”
I held my breath until the front door slammed. Then I let out that breath. “That was too close for comfort. I never lock mydoor when I’m in here. Yes, Bonnie knocks. Blossom sometimes just barges in.”
He held my gaze. “Are you expecting her today?”
“No. She’s at another gig this afternoon. I’m not expecting anyone.”
“Should we lock the door? Just to be safe?”
“You still want—”
“To blow you? Hell fucking yes.”
I stilled. I’d assumed…well, that he wasn’t serious. And that Bonnie’s interruption had cooled his ardor.
As if reading my thoughts, he pressed his cock against mine. “You’re still interested. I’m still interested.”
“The storm…” Because I had to hold on to that last shred of sanity. Of dignity. Of self-control.
“We can throw your bike into the back of my SUV, and I’ll drive you home. Or we can just wait out the storm here.” He gestured to my couch with his chin. “I can think of lots of ways to make use of that very comfortable couch.”
An image of him bending me over the side of said couch and taking me from behind had my cock hardening even further. My breath hitched. “That feels unwise.”
He grinned. “As you know, my reputation is for making rash decisions. In truth, I do things deliberately and with contemplation—”
I arched an eyebrow.
“Okay, chaining myself to the bridge hadn’t been fully conceived—”
I cleared my throat.
“Fine.” He scowled. “I might not have been able to enter the States if I’d been charged.”
Finally, I nodded.
“But, other than that, I consider things.”
“Last night’s council meeting?”
He scratched his lightly stubbled jaw.
Did he shave last night? This morning? How fast does his beard grow? What would that stubble feel like under my fingers?
“You’ve got the wrong impression of me.”
“I’ve only got what you’ve given me. Frankly, each of our interactions has shown you to be quick to ideas, laser-focused on execution, and piss-poor at understanding the ramifications of your actions.”
He put his hands on his hips. “And who kissed me last night? I’m thinking I’m not the only impetuous one.”
