“Yes.” She sounds defensive. “And my two younger sisters. They’ll freak if I’m not there in the morning.”
Girls never share this kind of personal stuff with me. Hell, I don’t want to know it, but coming from Amelia it’s kind of cute.
“Text them. Tell them you won’t be back tonight because you’re fucking your boss.” I grin, since I think that’s pretty damn funny, but she doesn’t laugh.
“Text them at two-thirty in the morning? They’ll think I’mdead.”
That doesn’t make sense to me, since how could she text them if she was dead? I don’t think my logic will go down well with her right now, though.
“You’re not leaving yet.”
She relaxes against me again. “I can stay a little longer.”
I can’t believe I’m the one who doesn’t want her to leave yet. It’s always the other way around when I’m with a girl. “You’ll stay until we’re done here.”
“That sounds like another order to me.”
“You bet your ass it’s an order.”
She slides her hand beneath my T-shirt. “You could try asking me nicely.”
That does it. I roll her onto her back and straddle her hips with my knees, imprisoning her wrists with one hand. “I’ve told you before. I don’t do nice.”
“I don’t know about that. This is quite nice.” She’s laughing at me again, and the strange thing is I like it, even if no girl’s ever dared say anything like that to me before.
Maybe that’s why. Or maybe it’s just because she’s Amelia.
I shove the thought aside. I don’t need all that heavy shit right now.
“Oh yeah?” I tug her tight black T-shirt up to her throat and lose my thread as I gaze at her half-naked body and plain black bra. “Your tits are fucking gorgeous.”
She wiggles, trying to free her hands, but I’m not having that. She gives a little huff and gives up. “Stop staring at them.”
“No chance.” I glance up at her, though, because I like looking at her face. “I’ve been jacking off thinking about your tits for the last two weeks. Now I don’t have to imagine how they look.”
Her cheeks turn pink. Make that red. Much as I want strip her naked as soon as possible I can’t drag my fascinated gaze away.
“That’s…” She gives a choked cough. “That’s disgustingly dirty on so many levels, Gage.”
I snort with laughter and trail a finger over her hot cheek. “You like it, though, don’t you?”
“I guess.” She sounds reluctant.
“Admit it. Underneath your good-girl gloss there’s a very bad girl trying to get out.”And I’m the one to help her escape.
“That’s not true.” She sounds put out, like I was trying to insult her. “I’m not trying to hide who I really am.” Her blush deepens, and there’s no hint of a smile on her face now. For a second she looks as though she’s about to call the whole thing off.
Not a chance. I don’t know what suddenly upset her, but there’s no way she’s walking out on me tonight.
“I know you’re not.” They’re only words to calm a chick, except I mean them. She’s given me the runaround, more sass than any girl I’ve met, and flirted in front of me with all the regulars, but she’s never pretended to be something she’s not. Right from the start, she told me our first hookup was a mistake, and she wasn’t going to sleep with me.
The fact she’s here with me now is a gift I’m not about to screw up.
It goes against everything I believe in, but I manage to ignore her tempting body and lean in for a kiss. It takes a few seconds before her tense muscles relax and her mouth opens for me.
What the hell was that all about?
I decide I don’t care. Not when she’s obviously over it.
