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want to call what you’re offering from your bed.”
“And you think I’m incapable of anything more than a dozen hard fucks?”
Oh, God. Hearing him quietly growl hard fucks nearly made her come right there at the table.
“I’m talking about me , not you, Sean. I’m not judging you.”
Those long fingers were stabbed back through his hair again, the grim bark of laughter on his lips drawing more than a few looks from the tables around them, because there was nothing quiet or soft about it. “Like hell you aren’t,” he muttered, sounding done. “And you’ve already decided exactly what I’m good for, which is apparently my dick and nothing more.”
She blinked, taken aback by his tone. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you finished?”
She was startled by the cold abruptness of the question, then realized he was talking about her coffee. “Um, yeah. I’m done.”
“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”
He signaled for the server, then turned his attention back to the window. Natalie sat back in her seat, hating that it felt like she’d screwed up, when she was only trying to do the right thing. The smart thing. The thing that would keep her protected.
She reached for her purse when the server put the check down, but stopped when Sean cut her a sharp look. He took out his credit card, passed it over, and they were leaving less than a handful of minutes later, his long legs eating up the ground so that she couldn’t keep up without practically running. She sucked in a couple of deep breaths of the storm-scented air, unable to get rid of the sickening, deepening feeling that she’d made a huge mistake. That he’d offered something precious and rare, and she’d stomped on it because she was too afraid to take a freaking chance and end up like her mother.
I…I can’t, she thought wildly, watching as lightning arced out over the ocean, the scent of rain so strong now she could almost taste it. I can’t let that happen.
But if there’d been a part of her worried that Sean still planned on trying to seduce her, testing her resolve, it would have been a waste of time. He barely even looked at her again as he drove her home to her apartment. He parked near her unit, then climbed out, waiting for her at the front of the truck.
His jaw was hard, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, and he didn’t even look at her as he made the short walk with her to her front door. As soon as she reached the welcome mat she’d set out, he turned around and started walking back to the truck without uttering a single word.
Ah. Okay, then. I guess that’s that.
Her throat shook as she reached into her purse for her keys, stupid eyes stinging with a hot wash of tears. God, what had he done to her? She wasn’t the type of woman who let her hormones control her. She’d seen firsthand what kind of chaos that could create, and she wanted no part of it.
Though, in all honesty, it was more than just her hormones that found Sean Cartwright completely fascinating. He’d captivated every part of her, with his brutal honesty, heady sexuality, and bad boy, alpha-as-hell brand of charm. He was the one-of-a-kind type of guy that women fantasized about coming into their lives, all man and freaking incredible, and only that twisting knot of fear in her belly that he could completely crush her had given her the strength to walk away.
Only, in that moment, it certainly felt like strength was just another word for cowardice.
“Damn it,” she hissed under her breath, feeling the first drop of rain against the back of her neck as she dug deeper into her purse, “where are my fucking keys?”
Unable to feel them at the bottom of the purse, she started to search the inside pocket, her fingertips brushing against a tiny piece of paper, and her breath suddenly froze in her lungs. Ohmygod . Pulling the little scrap out, she found herself staring down at the fortune from her cookie that day at the restaurant with Sophie and
“And you think I’m incapable of anything more than a dozen hard fucks?”
Oh, God. Hearing him quietly growl hard fucks nearly made her come right there at the table.
“I’m talking about me , not you, Sean. I’m not judging you.”
Those long fingers were stabbed back through his hair again, the grim bark of laughter on his lips drawing more than a few looks from the tables around them, because there was nothing quiet or soft about it. “Like hell you aren’t,” he muttered, sounding done. “And you’ve already decided exactly what I’m good for, which is apparently my dick and nothing more.”
She blinked, taken aback by his tone. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you finished?”
She was startled by the cold abruptness of the question, then realized he was talking about her coffee. “Um, yeah. I’m done.”
“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”
He signaled for the server, then turned his attention back to the window. Natalie sat back in her seat, hating that it felt like she’d screwed up, when she was only trying to do the right thing. The smart thing. The thing that would keep her protected.
She reached for her purse when the server put the check down, but stopped when Sean cut her a sharp look. He took out his credit card, passed it over, and they were leaving less than a handful of minutes later, his long legs eating up the ground so that she couldn’t keep up without practically running. She sucked in a couple of deep breaths of the storm-scented air, unable to get rid of the sickening, deepening feeling that she’d made a huge mistake. That he’d offered something precious and rare, and she’d stomped on it because she was too afraid to take a freaking chance and end up like her mother.
I…I can’t, she thought wildly, watching as lightning arced out over the ocean, the scent of rain so strong now she could almost taste it. I can’t let that happen.
But if there’d been a part of her worried that Sean still planned on trying to seduce her, testing her resolve, it would have been a waste of time. He barely even looked at her again as he drove her home to her apartment. He parked near her unit, then climbed out, waiting for her at the front of the truck.
His jaw was hard, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, and he didn’t even look at her as he made the short walk with her to her front door. As soon as she reached the welcome mat she’d set out, he turned around and started walking back to the truck without uttering a single word.
Ah. Okay, then. I guess that’s that.
Her throat shook as she reached into her purse for her keys, stupid eyes stinging with a hot wash of tears. God, what had he done to her? She wasn’t the type of woman who let her hormones control her. She’d seen firsthand what kind of chaos that could create, and she wanted no part of it.
Though, in all honesty, it was more than just her hormones that found Sean Cartwright completely fascinating. He’d captivated every part of her, with his brutal honesty, heady sexuality, and bad boy, alpha-as-hell brand of charm. He was the one-of-a-kind type of guy that women fantasized about coming into their lives, all man and freaking incredible, and only that twisting knot of fear in her belly that he could completely crush her had given her the strength to walk away.
Only, in that moment, it certainly felt like strength was just another word for cowardice.
“Damn it,” she hissed under her breath, feeling the first drop of rain against the back of her neck as she dug deeper into her purse, “where are my fucking keys?”
Unable to feel them at the bottom of the purse, she started to search the inside pocket, her fingertips brushing against a tiny piece of paper, and her breath suddenly froze in her lungs. Ohmygod . Pulling the little scrap out, she found herself staring down at the fortune from her cookie that day at the restaurant with Sophie and
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