“Mhm.” Her nails drag lightly over my shins under the water, sending a jolt straight to my balls. “You?”
“Yeah,” I manage, though my cock is already thickening. “Real comfy.”
Her lips curl, just a little. “The water feels good.” Her voice drops, teasing, and it makes my skin crawl in the best way. “But it’s not the only thing warming me up.”
She drags both hands along my lower legs. Up. Down. Slow. Hot.
It takes all my strength not to reach over and drag her onto my lap.
“You never answered my question.” The words are a struggle to get out, as hard as my cock is growing by the second. “What brings you to the Quylt House?”
Some part of me is curious, but the more we sit here, the less I want to talk.
“A broken car.”
I lift a brow.
“I was taking the scenic route, and it broke down and won’t be fixed until Monday.”
“You know what Faye and Wilma would say?”
Her little nose scrunches together. “No. Do you know what they would say?”
I nod, but say nothing.
“What would they say?”
I shrug.
A little wicked glint flitters across her face. Then I feel her toes graze the inside of my thigh again.
“Tease,” I hiss through my teeth.
“You’re one to talk.” She stretches her foot out, gliding higher along the tender inside of my leg.
“They’d say it was fate,” I answer.
“Me, stranded on the side of the road, is fate?”
I shake my head, recalling the conversation I overheard the sisters having. Not that they’d been trying very hard to keep it quiet.
“Apparently, they’re the local matchmakers.”
Now her brow furrows, and her foot freezes.
Shit.
“Matchmakers?”
“They know when a couple is destined to be together, and I suspect your ending up in my room this morning had something to do with that.”
Now her eyebrows draw together. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Her foot stays still.
Double shit.
