Chapter Nineteen
Luke
She can’t wait.
Fuck. I’m screwed. I nearly came when she asked me to pinch her nipple. Goddamn. Maybe I’ve met my match. It doesn’t seem possible that fucking elegant and gorgeous Tayler Sorenson likes it a little dirty in the sack. If that’s the case, I’m either the luckiest man on earth or I’m…
Yeah, I’m screwed.
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“Hey,”she says from behind me.
When I turn around, her face is flushed a soft pink, and she’s smiling. It’s not a big smile, but it’s enough.
“Hey.” My smile, on the other hand, is wide. I haven’t stopped thinking about this morning. Not for one second. Hell, just the sight of her makes my dick harden. It’s always been like that, but now that I know what’s in store for us tonight, it’s harder than usual. “Give me ten.” I nod to the stool at the end of the bar. “Gotta finish up some shit.”
“Sure.” She pulls the seat out and sits.
I wonder if she brought a bag with her. I hope so. I told her to, but she’s not the kind of woman who takes orders, so we’ll see.
I rush through the few things I needed to finish and let my crew know I’m taking off, then round the end of the bar and reach for her hand. Tugging her off the stool, I keep hold of her and walk out the front door. It’s cold outside; fall changed to winter overnight, it seems. I peek over at Tayler and see she’s wearing a jacket. I can’t tell what she’s got on under it since she never took it off at the bar, but I can see jeans and sneakers. It makes me smile knowing she didn’t go overboard with the clothes. It’s not really a date, so why would she?
I walk Tayler to her car. “Meet me at my place.”
“Okay.”
After I listen for her car to start, I jog back up the street and down an alley to a small lot behind Cy’s. Jumping into my car, I start it up and back out slowly. It’s a tight space to park behind the bar, and sometimes people smoke out here. I don’t like it, but what am I gonna do? I make the drive home in five minutes. When I pull into the driveway, Tayler’s car is already parked at the curb. When she starts to slide out of her vehicle, I point to the spot next to mine. “Park here, babe.” So her car won’t be out on the street all night.
“Oh. Okay.”
She slides back in and parks next to me. When she emerges, she’s got a purse and a smallish bag with her. It’s large enough to hold what she needs to stay a night, maybe two.
Reaching out, I take the bag out of her hand, place it in my left one, and take her hand in my right. I can’t believe how good it feels to hold this girl’s hand.
“Come on.” I lead her to the door, unlock it, and then hold it for her to go first. It’s chilly, so I walk over to the thermostat and turn it up, then take the bag into my bedroom and set it on the bed. Turning, I see she’s followed me. “You hungry?”
She shakes her head.
“Thirsty?”
“Sure.” She smiles. “Water would be good.”
“Right.” I step past her and reach for her hand, squeezing it as I go. Jesus, I’m fucking nervous. Something I haven’t felt since my teens.
I grab two glasses and fill them with water, then drop a couple cubes of ice in each glass as well. I open the fridge and contemplate taking something to eat. Sure, she said she wasn’t hungry, but I can tell she’s feeling the nerves too. I search the drawers for something, but all I’ve got are eggs, butter, and an old head of lettuce. “I need to go to the damn store.”
I do the same thing in the cupboard. When I find a box of crackers, I grab it hoping they aren’t stale.
With the two glasses of water and the box of old crackers, I walk quickly back to my bedroom. The second I’m over the threshold, my throat goes dry because she’s sitting on the side of my bed, her legs crossed and her hands resting in her lap. She looks sweet and demure, except for the fact that she’s taken off her clothes and what remains is the fucking sexiest bra and panties I’ve ever seen. They look to be dark green, which is perfect with her pale skin and red hair. The bra—what there is of it—reveals two plump breasts. I’ve touched one, but I haven’t gotten to see them until now.
“Tayler.” My voice is raspy. Swallowing, I realize I’m still holding the water and crackers. “Water?” I hold one glass out to her.
Tayler stands, and my eyes drift down her body. Onto those panties. Like the bra, there isn’t much to them. There are green ribbons at her hips and a small triangle of green on the front. I’m dying to see beneath, but I need to get my shit together before then.
“Turn around.”
Where the hell did that come from?
