“Do all men want slammin’ seductress types? Is it always about sex with guys?”
The hardon from hell returned with a vengeance.
He refused to look her way. She sounded sad, and he wanted to jump her. Yep, two people living in completely separate worlds. “Well, I can’t speak for all guys.”
“Yeah, but you’re a man. I need a man’s perspective.”
“Fine.” He gave a loud exhale. “No, it’s not always about sex. I mean, sure, the initial attraction is physical. You like what a chick looks like, you want to talk to her. Get in bed with her. But if you’re talking about a relationship” —of which I am in no way an expert— “then I think the sex, though important, is less important than how two people get along.” He paused, and when she didn’t say anything, he continued. “I mean, I haven’t dated all that much. And yeah, I like sex with a woman I’m attracted to. But to be a couple, I’d have to want to get to know her. To want her to get to know me. I’m not just a fuck machine. I’m a man with likes and dislikes, and it would be nice if she learned some of them because she wanted to.”
How many times had he wished someone liked him for more than his brawn? Or because he had a brain and not because he looked or acted like the proverbial bad boy? So pathetic that he’d had only two major girlfriends in his entire life, and neither had stuck around for longer than a few months. Fuck, nowhewas feeling down. He straightened his back against the cushions, still sitting up, the rest of him sprawled out on the chaise.
“Huh.” That was all she said.
After a moment, he’d calmed down enough that he could glance over at her without wanting to jump her. She seemed engrossed in the superhero movie, no more mention of sex or what men wanted. He didn’t know whether to be disappointed or amused.
They watched the movie in companionable silence, which should have been weird but wasn’t. Erin’s presence didn’t feel intrusive. She didn’t make any noise, just sat there, near him but not next to him. And he liked having her there, oddly enough.
He kept taking subtle note of her expression. She laughed at the funny parts of the movie and looked enthralled at the action sequences he liked to watch over and over again. He wouldn’t have thought Erin the type to like the action, but she looked entertained.
Fortunately, she said no more about kisses or seducing men. Because his cock couldn’t handle the pressure. His jeans had been too tight all night long, his erection coming and going with her soft breath, her smiles, her laughter.
It didn’t help that her smile lit up her face, and her eyes dominated her features, the light color so striking, it was all he could do not to stare at her. He didn’t want to give off creepy vibes though, so he did his best to pretend to watch the movie.
At the end, he stretched, wondering if he ought to tell her to go or ask her to stay longer. It had passed ten, and he normally hit the rack around this time when he had an early morning ahead of him. “So, you want to—” He cut off abruptly when Erin settled over him, straddling his hips.
“Smith?” She gently placed her hands on his shoulders.
His entire body turned to stone. “What are you doing?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You can’t ask me something from over there?” He nodded to her previous spot on the couch, his arms along the edges of the couch. He gripped the cushions for dear life.
“No. I can’t.” She leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. It was there and gone in seconds, but he felt it to his bones.
“Look.” He had to clear his throat to speak. “You had a little too much to drink tonight. I get it. Maybe it’s time you went home and—”
“Don’t you want to kiss me back?”
Was she on crack? Hell, yes! “You want the truth? I want tofuckyou back, until you’re bowlegged and praying my name. But no way in hell am I touching you.” Tonight at least. To prove it, he gripped the cushions even harder, his fingers bloodless. “You need to get off me and go home before you do something you’ll regret. You’ll feel pretty stupid about this in the morning, but you’ll thank me for it.” He gave her a strained smile, the best he could do considering his cock threatened to break off.
Unfortunately, she smiled back at him. “You were so sweet when I broke down at Cody’s. And you’re sweet now, being all noble since you think I’m drunk.”
“I’m not noble.”
“I’m not drunk.” She leaned closer to whisper, “And I’m not in any way under the influence. I just want to feel…” She paused and licked her lips.
He groaned, wanting that mouth to move lower, to lick slower, and maybe to open wide and suck. “Feel what?” he asked hoarsely, even knowing it to be foolish to encourage her.
“To feel like I matter,” she answered, her vulnerability too fucking honest, too real.
He knew he’d regret this. Knew it to be a huge-ass mistake, but he couldn’t deny her. “I don’t think you know what you want. And I’m not all that sure you aren’t a little tipsy.”
“I had two drinks hours ago, not to mention a lot of water since.”
“Well I’m not moving from this spot. You want to prove something to yourself, go head. But don’t expect me to do anything about it.” There. That should send her home.
Instead, she stroked his shoulders, her hands so damn warm, and smiled at him. “Perfect. You stay right there and don’t move. I promise I’ll go when I’m done.”
