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his hair teased her cheek.
Mostly she wanted to ask the question that’d been burning on her tongue for days.
Do it.
“Are you ever going to make a move on me?”
That caught his attention. “What?”
“That wasn’t a question to be answered by another question. Just tell me the truth.”
Sutton lifted his head. “Where’s this coming from, friend ?”
Hey, was that sarcastic? She squinted at him. “It’s coming from the fact we’re supposed to be acting like boyfriend and girlfriend and you haven’t kissed me or touched me beyond a friendly pat since we were in the camper, and I’m pretty sure kissing and petting is something we need to practice. A lot. So to recap, you haven’t touched me since Saturday. It is now Wednesday.”
“I know what day it is, London,” he said testily.
“Oh yeah? Do you know what I call it? Hump day.”
Silence as Sutton taped a chunk of gauze over the bite.
“I thought you’d at least crack a smile at that.”
“It’s really fucking hard to smile when you’re bleeding in my bathroom because my douche-nozzle horse took a bite of you. Sometimes I think that nasty motherfucker deserves to spend his life isolated, and I don’t know why I give a shit that he’s properly trained since I’d like to ship him off to the damn glue factory.”
“He didn’t do it on purpose,” she said softly.
His angry eyes finally met hers. “The fuck he didn’t.”
Seeing that fierceness? For her ? Immediate lady boner.
“Can I tell you a secret, Sutton?”
“What?”
And then she couldn’t do it. Couldn’t tell him that Dial had shown remarkable progress in just four days. Because if she told him that...then what was his incentive to keep her here?
None.
She couldn’t take that chance.
Even if she just had one quick run-in with Stitch this weekend, he’d see firsthand that she wasn’t crying in her camper over him. That she’d hooked up with a hot man who sometimes stared at her—when he thought she wasn’t looking—like he’d already stripped her naked and was fucking her over the back of his couch.
If it made her a douche-nozzle to fantasize about the shock on her ex’s face when he realized his loss was a better man’s gain, then so be it; she’d take it.
“London?”
“I like the way you say my name. Classy and dignified, with a hint of sexiness. Makes me wonder how it’d feel to have your mouth on me when you moan it.”
“Jesus, London, knock it off.”
She frowned. “Okay, that wasn’t sexy at all.”
“I’m not trying to be sexy with you right now,” he snarled—in a decidedly sexy way, not that she’d point that out.
“You should be!” She poked him in the chest. “We’re in lurve , remember? We are in the throes of a new relationship and that means we oughta be talking about fucking all the time.”
“Do you always say the first damn thing that pops into your head?” he demanded.
“Pretty much. No reason to beat around the bush when you could be touching my bush, if you get my drift. See, alls I’d have to do is scoot my butt to the edge of this counter and you could slide inside me. After we’re done eating supper, you could spread me out on the dining room table and have me for dessert.” She allowed a small smile. “Or I could have you.”
“Is there a point to your teasing?”
“That’s the thing,” she mock-whispered. “I’m not teasing.”
While he stood staring at her— through her really—she saw his eyes darken as he imagined the exact scenarios she’d just detailed. Then his eyes turned conflicted and a little frosty. “Bullshit.”
“What?”
“You’re bein’ a cock tease. You said you wanted to be friends , remember? Wasn’t what I wanted, wasn’t what I thought you wanted, but I’ve stuck to those parameters. So we’re friends. But every damn time you touch me or get close to me and say such blatantly sexual things, the last goddamn thing I’m thinking about is bein’ your friend.
Mostly she wanted to ask the question that’d been burning on her tongue for days.
Do it.
“Are you ever going to make a move on me?”
That caught his attention. “What?”
“That wasn’t a question to be answered by another question. Just tell me the truth.”
Sutton lifted his head. “Where’s this coming from, friend ?”
Hey, was that sarcastic? She squinted at him. “It’s coming from the fact we’re supposed to be acting like boyfriend and girlfriend and you haven’t kissed me or touched me beyond a friendly pat since we were in the camper, and I’m pretty sure kissing and petting is something we need to practice. A lot. So to recap, you haven’t touched me since Saturday. It is now Wednesday.”
“I know what day it is, London,” he said testily.
“Oh yeah? Do you know what I call it? Hump day.”
Silence as Sutton taped a chunk of gauze over the bite.
“I thought you’d at least crack a smile at that.”
“It’s really fucking hard to smile when you’re bleeding in my bathroom because my douche-nozzle horse took a bite of you. Sometimes I think that nasty motherfucker deserves to spend his life isolated, and I don’t know why I give a shit that he’s properly trained since I’d like to ship him off to the damn glue factory.”
“He didn’t do it on purpose,” she said softly.
His angry eyes finally met hers. “The fuck he didn’t.”
Seeing that fierceness? For her ? Immediate lady boner.
“Can I tell you a secret, Sutton?”
“What?”
And then she couldn’t do it. Couldn’t tell him that Dial had shown remarkable progress in just four days. Because if she told him that...then what was his incentive to keep her here?
None.
She couldn’t take that chance.
Even if she just had one quick run-in with Stitch this weekend, he’d see firsthand that she wasn’t crying in her camper over him. That she’d hooked up with a hot man who sometimes stared at her—when he thought she wasn’t looking—like he’d already stripped her naked and was fucking her over the back of his couch.
If it made her a douche-nozzle to fantasize about the shock on her ex’s face when he realized his loss was a better man’s gain, then so be it; she’d take it.
“London?”
“I like the way you say my name. Classy and dignified, with a hint of sexiness. Makes me wonder how it’d feel to have your mouth on me when you moan it.”
“Jesus, London, knock it off.”
She frowned. “Okay, that wasn’t sexy at all.”
“I’m not trying to be sexy with you right now,” he snarled—in a decidedly sexy way, not that she’d point that out.
“You should be!” She poked him in the chest. “We’re in lurve , remember? We are in the throes of a new relationship and that means we oughta be talking about fucking all the time.”
“Do you always say the first damn thing that pops into your head?” he demanded.
“Pretty much. No reason to beat around the bush when you could be touching my bush, if you get my drift. See, alls I’d have to do is scoot my butt to the edge of this counter and you could slide inside me. After we’re done eating supper, you could spread me out on the dining room table and have me for dessert.” She allowed a small smile. “Or I could have you.”
“Is there a point to your teasing?”
“That’s the thing,” she mock-whispered. “I’m not teasing.”
While he stood staring at her— through her really—she saw his eyes darken as he imagined the exact scenarios she’d just detailed. Then his eyes turned conflicted and a little frosty. “Bullshit.”
“What?”
“You’re bein’ a cock tease. You said you wanted to be friends , remember? Wasn’t what I wanted, wasn’t what I thought you wanted, but I’ve stuck to those parameters. So we’re friends. But every damn time you touch me or get close to me and say such blatantly sexual things, the last goddamn thing I’m thinking about is bein’ your friend.
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