The asshole read my mind. “When was the last time ye fucked someone purely based on attraction, not as work?”
“Never.”
He stalled, staring. “Your every sexual encounter was paid?”
Or forced. I didn’t say that little nugget out loud, only shrugged.
Tyler swore and dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling.
“Okay there, champ?” I asked.
“Trying to get hold of myself.”
“Because you want to get hold of me, the sex doll you stole from the shop.”
His dick bobbed.
I couldn’t stop a laugh of success.
Tyler gripped himself. Hard. His fingers curling around that thick length. Then he dropped contact and stood. “My reaction to ye is?—”
“Fascinating.”
“Not happening.” He backed away to the darkened corridor that led off the living room. “I’m taking a shower.”
I hopped over the back of the couch. “To beat off over me?”
Tyler slammed the bathroom door. For the second time since he’d got home, the shower ran.
“In freezing cold water. Go to bed, Dixie,” he called through the plain wood door.
“Fine, but I’ll only be doing what you’re thinking about.”
At his groan of frustration, I waltzed into his room on the opposite side of the hall. Slipped off my clothes and got between his dark-grey sheets.
On my back, and surrounded by his scent, I thought about him. Big and naked, under the water. His dick in his hand and his eyes closed. I considered doing what I’d threatened. Running my hands over myself. Between my legs. I liked the feeling he’d generated. The happy, warm glow of attraction and flirtation.
All new to me as natural and not even the tiniest bit acted.
I didn’t touch myself.
I just lay there, holding on to the warmth of it, afraid to break whatever this new thing was.
Chapter 10
Dixie
Over coffee, the afternoon sun streaming in through the windows, Tyler regarded me. He’d been up earlier than me, working out on a patio outside the kitchen’s sliding doors. I’d snuck onto a tall stool at the island to watch him, thinking I’d got away with spying on his routine of battling his own body weight in push-ups. But his near immediate smirk told me I was wrong.
He’d finished up and joined me, sweat on his brow, and the doors left open so the fresh March air swirled in. It hadn’t escaped my notice that last night, I’d told him to unlock the doors. Now they were wide open, the forest with the ridge behind right there.
I’d jumped up and closed them.
Tyler disappeared to change. When he came back, I posed a question.
“What are we doing today?”
He chugged water. I admired the line of his throat as he swallowed.
