fantasy’s supposed to fizzle in the harsh light of day? Wasn’t this time supposed to make her realize she could never have the man she pictured in her head? How could it be better than she’d ever imagined?
Nate pulled back, and she finally had to let him straighten. A future filled with love and marriage didn’t happen when you had sex on the first date. And what if it did? There were no guarantees with a guy like Nate. He’d left without a word last time.
The sex wasn’t supposed to be this good. She wasn’t supposed to want more. She needed to be a grown-up about this. It was her decision to push for the big O instead of giving the guy a chance to get something started besides her engine. She shouldn’t kick herself too hard. She wasn’t the one who didn’t try and call him the last time they got together. If there was one thing she was good at, it was being a grown-up. Man, reality sucked compared to her fantasy.
Her lungs hurt as she drug in air filled with lust and memories. She almost didn’t get the words out, but she wasn’t going to be left holding a letter he’d never read again.
“I suppose you need to get going,” she said. If someone was going to start the thank-you-ma’am talk, she should do it. It would make the situation easier for Nate. “That was really good. Thanks.”
Nate jerked at her words. “It was good. Um…” He looked around before heading to the bathroom.
Why was he so surprised? Wasn’t this what a guy wanted when he had sex? Hell, Nate had disappeared for a decade after the last time they’d had sex. Sure he’d stayed with her as she’d fallen asleep then, making all kinds of promises about when he’d come back. Wasn’t she just saving him the trouble of the bullshit?
Betty heard the water running in the sink down the hall. She put her head in her hands for a second before she realized she should hurry up and get dressed. She had her pants and bra on as Nate strode down the hall, but she couldn’t remember how her shirt worked.
He was that sexy after sex? His cock was still a bit hard, and she couldn’t look away from him. She should. It was rude to stare at someone when they were naked. But if she was never going to see it again, she wanted to make sure she had the mental picture of perfection before her.
“If you keep looking at it, I’m never going to get it to go down.”
He was right. Wanting more from this wouldn’t do either of them any favors.
Betty finally tore her gaze from his one-eyed pleasure stick. “It’s hard.”
“Yeah it is.”
Betty laughed, grateful for his light-hearted tone. It would make saying goodbye a little easier. “I meant it’s difficult to look away. That was amazing.”
Nate cleared his throat as he tossed his clothes on. “I want you to know, I didn’t expect…what just happened.”
“I should hope not.”
He licked his lips and blew out a breath. His hands landed on his hips. “I mean , it was great, but it doesn’t mean I want to just leave and never come back.”
Betty gulped. She had to make sure she didn’t let herself open that door again. “It’s okay if you just wanted to see how it was between us. I won’t be mad.”
Nate zipped up his suit. It took him three tries to get the zipper to go up, and she could have sworn he flinched. Did he catch his bare skin in the metal teeth?
There was heat in his eyes now, but it wasn’t the kind he’d melted her panties off with a moment ago. This heat made her eyes water. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you telling me you just wanted to fuck me and be done with it?”
How was she coming out the bad guy here? Wasn’t she doing him a favor? Betty shook her head. This was going all wrong. He wanted out of this situation too. Didn’t he?
“I’m just saying I won’t judge you if you want to leave it at today. You won’t have to feel guilty about not calling or writing this time. I’m not eighteen anymore.”
Nate grabbed his toolbox and
Nate pulled back, and she finally had to let him straighten. A future filled with love and marriage didn’t happen when you had sex on the first date. And what if it did? There were no guarantees with a guy like Nate. He’d left without a word last time.
The sex wasn’t supposed to be this good. She wasn’t supposed to want more. She needed to be a grown-up about this. It was her decision to push for the big O instead of giving the guy a chance to get something started besides her engine. She shouldn’t kick herself too hard. She wasn’t the one who didn’t try and call him the last time they got together. If there was one thing she was good at, it was being a grown-up. Man, reality sucked compared to her fantasy.
Her lungs hurt as she drug in air filled with lust and memories. She almost didn’t get the words out, but she wasn’t going to be left holding a letter he’d never read again.
“I suppose you need to get going,” she said. If someone was going to start the thank-you-ma’am talk, she should do it. It would make the situation easier for Nate. “That was really good. Thanks.”
Nate jerked at her words. “It was good. Um…” He looked around before heading to the bathroom.
Why was he so surprised? Wasn’t this what a guy wanted when he had sex? Hell, Nate had disappeared for a decade after the last time they’d had sex. Sure he’d stayed with her as she’d fallen asleep then, making all kinds of promises about when he’d come back. Wasn’t she just saving him the trouble of the bullshit?
Betty heard the water running in the sink down the hall. She put her head in her hands for a second before she realized she should hurry up and get dressed. She had her pants and bra on as Nate strode down the hall, but she couldn’t remember how her shirt worked.
He was that sexy after sex? His cock was still a bit hard, and she couldn’t look away from him. She should. It was rude to stare at someone when they were naked. But if she was never going to see it again, she wanted to make sure she had the mental picture of perfection before her.
“If you keep looking at it, I’m never going to get it to go down.”
He was right. Wanting more from this wouldn’t do either of them any favors.
Betty finally tore her gaze from his one-eyed pleasure stick. “It’s hard.”
“Yeah it is.”
Betty laughed, grateful for his light-hearted tone. It would make saying goodbye a little easier. “I meant it’s difficult to look away. That was amazing.”
Nate cleared his throat as he tossed his clothes on. “I want you to know, I didn’t expect…what just happened.”
“I should hope not.”
He licked his lips and blew out a breath. His hands landed on his hips. “I mean , it was great, but it doesn’t mean I want to just leave and never come back.”
Betty gulped. She had to make sure she didn’t let herself open that door again. “It’s okay if you just wanted to see how it was between us. I won’t be mad.”
Nate zipped up his suit. It took him three tries to get the zipper to go up, and she could have sworn he flinched. Did he catch his bare skin in the metal teeth?
There was heat in his eyes now, but it wasn’t the kind he’d melted her panties off with a moment ago. This heat made her eyes water. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you telling me you just wanted to fuck me and be done with it?”
How was she coming out the bad guy here? Wasn’t she doing him a favor? Betty shook her head. This was going all wrong. He wanted out of this situation too. Didn’t he?
“I’m just saying I won’t judge you if you want to leave it at today. You won’t have to feel guilty about not calling or writing this time. I’m not eighteen anymore.”
Nate grabbed his toolbox and
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