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to thank you for, you know, helping me out last night. If it wasn’t for you, there’s no telling what could have happened. So I really appreciate it.”
Okay, so I didn’t mean to sound so dismissive, but I didn’t know what else to do. This Adonis of a badass spells nothing but trouble for me; I could taste it. As a matter of fact, the overwhelming feeling to taste him is constantly threatening to consume me.
I moved my eyes from his face as he said to me, “So are you telling me you don’t want to hang out with me?”
Annoyance fueled me, and I darted my eyes back to his and rolled them. “Oh, come on, Lincoln. You really expect me to believe a man like you really wants to hang out with a woman like me?”
“What the fuck is wrong with hanging out with you?”
I stood. “Are you kidding me? Do you want me to spell it out for you?”
He stood. “Please do that shit because I’m so fucking lost right now.”
I stared up at him, watching that tension in his jaw expand to his shoulders and now his fists.
As I felt my erratic breathing take over, I knew he could sense my fury as well. I mean shit, how hurtful could it be to make me explain why a man like him just doesn’t belong with a woman like me.
Drake, as if hearing my thoughts, shook his head, “Don’t you even fucking say that fucked up shit in your head.”
I turned my back to him and walked over to the edge of the balcony. Just take a deep breath and do what you need to Georgia …
Without facing him again, I said, “As I said before, I definitely owe you for helping me last night. Really I do. And if there is any way I could pay you back, please let me know but… I’m fine now. You can go about your business and go snorkel to your heart’s content and smoke lots of cigars until your lungs give out and find a hot young twenty-something to take back to your room. There is no need to waste time on me.”
“Wow… that was uh… Yeah, that was some kind of fucked up shit to say to me.”
I turned around and crossed my arms, “How do you figure that?”
“Well, for one, I’ve admitted to you that you’ve been on my mind since the first night we slept together and you actually think I’m only here out of obligation for saving your sweet ass? Let me tell you something, sweetheart, I don’t do obligation. If I didn’t give a shit about you, I wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t have said shit last night when that motherfucker was dragging you to his truck. I’m not that fucking honorable.” He walked toward me. “I’m not the kind of guy that wastes time doing shit just for the fucking hell of it either. I’m asking to spend time with you because I fucking want to…”
“…Yeah, well I’m not the kind of girl that guys like you just hang out with so…”
He frowned lowering his voice in that gritty, deep way that is screwing with my head. “Baby, what kind of shit is that? Who the fuck has been filling your head with this bullshit?”
“It’s not bullshit.”
“Oh, yes the fuck it is, sweetheart. You are by far the sexiest woman I’ve seen in a very long time. You’re fucking gorgeous as shit and sweet as fucking apple pie. Why wouldn’t I want to spend my time trying to figure out new ways to make you blush? And, baby, there is nothing else I want to do more than make you blush.”
Ho-ly shit…. Yup, another timeout…
Sorry, but no man has ever spoken to me like that… like ever… What the hell should I say? I turned my back to him again, gripped the railing and closed my eyes. My head dropped to my chest as I took a few deep breaths. Sexy as shit? Really? Me?
Getting in my own head made me miss the moment when the space between our bodies disappeared. My breath quickened, and I felt my heart bullying my ribs to beat out of my chest. He placed both of his hands on the railing too, placing his arms on the outside of my body, caging me between the railing and him.
The body-scent
Okay, so I didn’t mean to sound so dismissive, but I didn’t know what else to do. This Adonis of a badass spells nothing but trouble for me; I could taste it. As a matter of fact, the overwhelming feeling to taste him is constantly threatening to consume me.
I moved my eyes from his face as he said to me, “So are you telling me you don’t want to hang out with me?”
Annoyance fueled me, and I darted my eyes back to his and rolled them. “Oh, come on, Lincoln. You really expect me to believe a man like you really wants to hang out with a woman like me?”
“What the fuck is wrong with hanging out with you?”
I stood. “Are you kidding me? Do you want me to spell it out for you?”
He stood. “Please do that shit because I’m so fucking lost right now.”
I stared up at him, watching that tension in his jaw expand to his shoulders and now his fists.
As I felt my erratic breathing take over, I knew he could sense my fury as well. I mean shit, how hurtful could it be to make me explain why a man like him just doesn’t belong with a woman like me.
Drake, as if hearing my thoughts, shook his head, “Don’t you even fucking say that fucked up shit in your head.”
I turned my back to him and walked over to the edge of the balcony. Just take a deep breath and do what you need to Georgia …
Without facing him again, I said, “As I said before, I definitely owe you for helping me last night. Really I do. And if there is any way I could pay you back, please let me know but… I’m fine now. You can go about your business and go snorkel to your heart’s content and smoke lots of cigars until your lungs give out and find a hot young twenty-something to take back to your room. There is no need to waste time on me.”
“Wow… that was uh… Yeah, that was some kind of fucked up shit to say to me.”
I turned around and crossed my arms, “How do you figure that?”
“Well, for one, I’ve admitted to you that you’ve been on my mind since the first night we slept together and you actually think I’m only here out of obligation for saving your sweet ass? Let me tell you something, sweetheart, I don’t do obligation. If I didn’t give a shit about you, I wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t have said shit last night when that motherfucker was dragging you to his truck. I’m not that fucking honorable.” He walked toward me. “I’m not the kind of guy that wastes time doing shit just for the fucking hell of it either. I’m asking to spend time with you because I fucking want to…”
“…Yeah, well I’m not the kind of girl that guys like you just hang out with so…”
He frowned lowering his voice in that gritty, deep way that is screwing with my head. “Baby, what kind of shit is that? Who the fuck has been filling your head with this bullshit?”
“It’s not bullshit.”
“Oh, yes the fuck it is, sweetheart. You are by far the sexiest woman I’ve seen in a very long time. You’re fucking gorgeous as shit and sweet as fucking apple pie. Why wouldn’t I want to spend my time trying to figure out new ways to make you blush? And, baby, there is nothing else I want to do more than make you blush.”
Ho-ly shit…. Yup, another timeout…
Sorry, but no man has ever spoken to me like that… like ever… What the hell should I say? I turned my back to him again, gripped the railing and closed my eyes. My head dropped to my chest as I took a few deep breaths. Sexy as shit? Really? Me?
Getting in my own head made me miss the moment when the space between our bodies disappeared. My breath quickened, and I felt my heart bullying my ribs to beat out of my chest. He placed both of his hands on the railing too, placing his arms on the outside of my body, caging me between the railing and him.
The body-scent
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