My cock, waking up at the thought, is all for that plan, but the rest of me sighs in disappointment. I can’t convince her I’m more than just a fun guy who’s good in bed if all she ever wants from me is midday quickies.
Me:How about I take you out for lunch? There’s a new place near the college I’ve been meaning to try.
Amelia responds almost immediately:We can’t get naked in a public place.
She couldn’t possibly be clearer, and I’m definitely picturing her naked and already on my feet and grabbing my keys. I will convince her to see me as more, but if the lady wants sex, who am I to deny her?
I’ve almost made it to my truck when Sebastian stomps onto the porch. “Where are you going?” he yells.
“Lunch break,” I yell back at him. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” I won’t, but he probably won’t even notice if I’m late.
Yeah, right.
I’ll make it up in overtime.
I back out of the driveway, talk-to-texting into my phone to ask Amelia what she wants for lunch.
She responds that she just wants me.
Without speeding, somehow, I make it to her house. She’s standing on the porch waiting for me, still in her uniform from work, and my heart stills in my chest as I imagine, just for a moment, coming home to this woman’s smiling, beautiful face every day for the rest of my life.
I close my eyes and pull myself together. I cannot be feeling this way about Amelia when she doesn’t feel the same andis likely to get a restraining order if she ever figures out I’m HandsyGuy.
“You’re going to get your heart broken,” I say to myself. “Get your shit together.”
When I open my eyes, Amelia’s head is tilted to the side and her smile has dimmed. She looks as though she might want to change her mind about inviting the man who’s in his truck talking to himself into her house.
I hop out and cross her lawn in a few strides. I swoop her up into my arms and kiss her until I can feel her smile against my lips. “It’s good to see you,” I say as I carry her inside and set her on her feet.
She looks up at me, the concern not totally gone from her eyes. It gives me hope that maybe she cares about me as more than just her sexy casual hookup. “Everything okay?”
I open my mouth to say what I always say, which is that of course everything’s okay. Everything’s great. But that’s not going to convince her to give me a real chance. I have to be honest with her and, worse, I probably have to be vulnerable.
“Just stressed with work,” I say. “My parents are moving to town at the same time we’re trying to get our business off the ground, and we want to build them a house.” I run a hand through my hair, already feeling like I’ve said too much. “My brother’s the one who’s really stressed, and he’s driving the rest of us to develop ulcers of our own.”
She smiles up at me and runs her hands over my chest. “I know just how to help you de-stress.”
Clearly, she’s not interested in having her mind changed. She only wants fun from me. It hurts for a moment until she grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.
She tastes so good, and her ass feels amazing in my hands when she hops up and wraps her legs around my waist. I mightnever get what I want from Amelia, but at least I can give her what she wants.
It’s not like I won’t have fun doing it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Amelia
The way Deacon looks at me as he helps me out of my clothes and bares my body scares me.
Not because it’s bad, but because it’s too good. Too intense. Like he’s trying to prove something to me.
After the way the light went out of his eyes when I told him I’d take away his stress, I’m happy to let him prove anything he wants. Especially if it means we can get back to making each other feel good, and I can stop feeling like a shit for screwing up.
I’m not quite sure what I did, only that I let him down. Because I jumped right to sex instead of continuing to talk? Men love sex, right?
I probably imagined it. I’m too hyper-focused on his every word and move because I’m waiting for him to tell me he saw me with Bryson yesterday. I’m waiting for him to ask me about it, and I still haven’t figured out what to tell him.
But Deacon seems to be done talking as he kisses his way down my body before lifting me in his arms and carrying me back to my bedroom.
