Those green eyes went hard, like cut emeralds. “You’ll get it.”
He was actually going to do it. She had known that he would. And now her brain was tripping over itself trying to plan it all out. She could grab him. Kiss him in the truck, maybe they could just do it there. He was the kind of guy who would have condoms in his wallet, probably. The kind of guy who would be prepared, so that she didn’t have to be. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice. She rode horses, after all. The likelihood of her having a hymen was very low. Maybe if she brazened her way through this the way she did everything, he would never know that she was a fraud.
And then it would be done. Well, probably they would do it a few times.
But he had already seen her house. He had already seen her.
She had told him more about her experiences growing up than she had even told her own family.
She could do this.
“Well. Good.” She took a big bite of pasta. “Do you have breath mints?”
He looked at her and shook his head. “I do. But I’m not sure that either of us is going to care.”
Excitement shot through her veins, all the way down her limbs. Collected at the apex of her thighs.
She had always thought of sex as a terrifying, exposing thing. But maybe she should think of it as an adrenaline-fueled ride. After all, everything with Flynn was like that.
Kissing him had left her buzzing. It had been one of the most incredible experiences of her life. Sex with him would probably be like that too. It didn’t have to be ponderous or sweet.
She thought about the way he had put his hand over hers on the table. How that gesture had, to an extent, spurred these thoughts.
She dismissed them.
It could be the thing that she had turned away from in the bathroom at The Watering Hole. It could be all those sparks and electric currents. Maybe it would be like a final metamorphosis, not because she thought he was a man with the power to make her a woman, but because this was like scaling a cliffside. Doing the terrifying thing.
Though it wasn’t only terrifying.
Suddenly, she wasn’t hungry, which really was a shame, because it was a beautiful meal. Flynn, for his part, powered through the rest of his pasta, and half of hers. As if he was determined not to let her totally derail this moment.
He was so stubborn. And so beautiful. Maybe after this she would finally unpack the way she had always felt about him. Maybe once the damage was done, she would go over all the moments in her life when Flynn Wilder had made her heart leap in her chest. All the moments when he had made her feel breathless.
When bantering with him had left her with rosy cheeks and bright eyes.
All the things she avoided, and wow, did she avoid them.
“Can I get you anything else?” their waiter asked as he began to clear their plates away.
“Just the check,” Flynn said.
There was a finality to his voice that made her shiver.
The look on his face was a warning, and she felt she’d been given notice.
She glanced outside and saw that it had started to rain. She felt as if God was making fun of her. Because she had told Flynn that she wasn’t attracted to him, and she had also told him that it wasn’t going to rain. Here she was, wrong on all counts.
And a liar on at least one.
Every step seemed to last forever. Waiting for the check, Flynn paying the check, signing the receipt. Wasted time. Anticipation. She didn’t like anticipation. She preferred to tear the Band-Aid off.
Tear the Band-Aid off.
That would be her motto.
She could imagine it. As soon as they got to the front door of her trailer, she would kiss him. He wouldn’t have time to look around. She would get him naked as quickly as possible. Her pulse picked up, her heart hammering hard.
Yes. That was exactly what she would do. Like learning a new trick routine. She was agile, and she was fearless. Just because she hadn’t done something before didn’t mean she didn’t have the necessary skills to do it well.
