She moves and I guide her, sinking my fingertips deeper into her soft skin just above the waistband of her sweatpants. Feeling her move beneath my touch—the warmth of her body and the way it slips against my skin—makes me so hard,so painfully hard, that I can barely breathe.
“How’s that?” she asks, glancing at me over her shoulder. She’s not talking about the mechanics and we both know it.
“I’ll be replaying it all night.”
Her ass brushes against my cock and it’s not accidental. I groan, hissing as I try not to dip my hands under her sweats and shove them to the ground.
“Would this be a good moment to tell you exactly what I want?” she asks, turning to face me.
My thumbs are an inch above her pussy. They’re so fucking close that it’s temptation at its worst. She presses her plump lips together, creating the perfect pout, and all I can imagine is my dick slipping by them as she sucks me down her throat.
Fuck.
“Actually,” I say, clearing my throat, “it wouldn’t.”
“Why?”
Her shock is adorable. “I mean, these mats might look clean, but they definitely have MRSA?—”
“What?”
“—and ringworm and God knows what else.”
“Oh, my gosh!” She shrieks, jumping off the mats onto the floor. “Why would you bring me here?”
I laugh, walking toward her. “Because it seemed like a neutral space.”
“So was Patsy’s. Or Piper’s. Or … or the middle of the street.” She shivers. “Do I need to go to the doctor? DoIneed an antibiotic?”
“No.” I chuckle more. “I’m just saying I won’t have you rolling across them naked and sweaty.”
“You’re giving mixed signals, Brooks.”
Her frustration is printed big and bold across her face, and I’ve never seen something more beautiful.
“Tomorrow,” I say. “I’ll pick you up around one o’clock and we’ll go away for a few days.”
“What should I bring?”
“You won’t need lots of clothes.”
We share a smile. It’s heated but also intimate, teasing yet tender.
“I think I should go,” she says, looking at the mats and curling her nose. “I need a shower.”
I’d like to help you with that.
Chuckling, I walk her to her jacket and water and then out to her Jeep. She doesn’t speak as she climbs in. And the only goodbye we share is a small wave and a secret smile filled with promises that I fully intend to keep.
And this woman thinks she doesn’t know how to flirt.
I shake my head and go back inside to lock up.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Brooks
