“That?” I gesture in the general direction of the girl. “She was hittin’ on me.”
Prudence releases a startled laugh. “Her?” She snickers now. I’m not sure I like her laughing at me. “She was twelve.”
“Eighteen, I imagine.”
“Wow.” Prudence slips the strap of her purse over her head, so it sits between her tits. My eyes go there. They can’t help it. She steps around and past me before I know it.
“Wait.”
She stops, spins. “What?”
“You’re leavin’?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not staying for the concert?” I tilt my head toward the stage. “Figured you’d like this shit.”
“I’m not really into country music.”
Don’t I know it. She loves that shitty pop bullshit. The upbeat song ends, and the band starts singing a ballad. It gives me an idea. “You wanna dance?” What the fuck am I doing?
“Dance?” She furrows her brows. “With you?”
“Sure.” I shrug. “Why not?”
“I can give you about a hundred reasons why you and me will never dance together.”
Wow. Is she saying what I think she’s sayin?She doesn’t like me––which is total bullshit. What’s not to like? I’m not about to let that stop me. “It’s a nice night. The music isn’t bad.” Not as terrible as hers. “Dance with me.” I hold out my hand in the hopes she’ll take it.
“You just told me today that I’d be a terrible mother. The other day you said.” She looks up like she’s trying to remember, “…that I shouldn’t be allowed to own anything with wheels. That I was a danger on the roads.”
Did I say that? I have to think. I nod. Yes, I sure did. Right after I put her bike back together, I rolled it over to her and patted her arm and said exactly that. “Well, you have to admit…”
“You’re rude….” She takes a step closer. “Opinionated.” One more step. “And bossy.” Now she’s right there. Our toes are practically touching. She’s close enough to maybe see the hard-on I’ve got now. I lean down an inch or two and breathe her in. She smells goddamn nice. Even after a long-ass day working, she smells like flowers and sin.
“Did you just sniff me?”
“Yeah.” I shrug and lean down an inch or two more. “That a bad thing?”
“It’s strange.”
I shrug not feeling like explaining myself.
I raise my hand slowly, so as not to startle her, and place it on the side of her neck. I’m itchin’ to touch that hair.
“What are you doing?”
“Gonna kiss you.”
Her voice cracks. “Why on earth would you…?”
I don’t let her finish. My hand makes its way into her hair, and fuck if it’s not softer than I imagined. I bet everything about Prudence is soft. And tight.
Fuck, my cock is rock-hard thinking about that.
“May I?”
“May you what? Kiss me?”
