"I do."
"All right, but I need to grab a few things."
“Pack a bag ‘cause you’ll be spending the night. Let me get your door,” he says as he gets out of his cruiser. He comes over to open my door for me.
“You know, I already agreed to let you in my pants; you don’t have to be extra gentlemanly.”
“I wasn’t trying to be a gentleman. I simply enjoy taking care of and watching out for you. It brings me pleasure.” He steps closer, boxing me into the open door of his cruiser. "I don't do shit I don't want to." Holy shit. I’m completely off-kilter here.
"I've bossed you around a few times," I half-heartedly tease.
"Doesn't mean I don't want to do it."
“I think it was pretty clear a few times you weren’t happy about it.”
“First off, you can be unhappy about doing something and still want to do it, but that’s not the case.” He steps in closer, my body pressing against his. “When do I have your full attention?” It’s so hard to think when he’s this close to me. Especially to answer questions, but I manage.
“When you get me all worked up.” It dawns on me. He’s been doing that shit on purpose, and he all but confirmed it.
“And every time you get going, I’m right where I want to be.”
“This is all real. You really want to be with me.”
“From day one.”
“I thought you were being protective because of my brother and only saw me as a kid sister.” Now it makes more sense why he was quick to correct those comments when I would make them.
“I don’t give a shit if your brother is okay with it or not.”
“So you didn’t ask him?”
“Why would I do that? You’re a grown woman. It’s your answers only that I care about.”
Okay, he might be getting that blow job either way. I mean, he may be sorely disappointed because I have no clue what I’m doing, but I’m going to give it my all. “Let me grab my things, and we can talk about this more at your place while you feed me.”
“All right,” he agrees, and I think he’s going to step back, but he doesn’t. Instead, his head dips to press his mouth to mine. His tongue doesn’t ask for permission this time. Cash thrusts it past my lips, taking what he wants. I moan.
I have been half in love with this man for years while thinking he didn’t see me as more than my brother’s little sister. Now that he’s coming at me at full force, showing me another side of him, I’m a goner.
“Oh shit! About time!”
Cash’s head lifts, breaking our kiss.
“Nick, move along,” I order him. He lives across the street with his parents. It’s his last year of high school. “And don’t be spreading this around town, or I might have to spread things I know about you.” His eyes widen briefly.
“No, you wouldn’t, but I’ll keep it to myself.” Nick heads into his house.
"You got a problem with people knowing about us?" Cash asks, but I can see a trace of hurt in his eyes.
"I kissed you in the bar," I remind him.
"You were drunk."
"I don't care. I honestly thought you wouldn't care for PDA." He can be so reserved, or so I thought.
"If you're letting me touch and kiss you, I'll be doing just that."
"All right, Sheriff. Before you get more handsy, let me grab my things." He steps back so I can move past him, and he gives me a small smack on the ass.
