couldn’t wait. Not one more minute to have you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on. The hotel is right next door.”
“Which means I’d have to get in the truck, drive over there, park. Get out, walk through the damn lobby with a hard-on ain’t nobody gonna miss seeing, take the elevator up to my floor where my room is at the end of a very long hallway. And if I remember correctly, I left my room looking like a pigsty. I figured that would be a mood killer for you so . . .” He shrugged.
He sounded sincere enough. But still, she was having trouble believing him. “You really couldn’t wait to have me?”
“Nope. There was a very real chance I would have taken you in the elevator if we had tried to make it to the room. Though I’m sure the night staff watching the security monitors would have enjoyed the show.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her mouth. Soft. Almost chaste.
Their first kiss. It was odd. They’d fucked. He’d had his mouth in much more personal places tonight, but this kiss felt intimate.
He pulled back far enough to ask, “So do you forgive me?”
“Yes.” She’d never had a man want her so badly he couldn’t wait even five minutes.
“So, first time having sex in a pick-up truck, I assume?”
Did he really have to ask? She laughed. “Uh, yes.”
“Good.” He looked particularly satisfied with her answer.
“Why is that good?” she asked, surprised.
“Then you’ll always remember it. A girl always remembers her first time.” He winked.
“I suppose I will.” As if she would ever forget this incredibly strange man, truck sex or not.
Wade reached toward the floorboard and handed her the underwear he’d taken off her. “Put these on and fix your clothes so we can go.”
“Where are we going? The hotel?” That figured. Now. After they were done.
“No.” He took a step back to give her room to maneuver getting her underwear on in the tight space. “The diner. I’m hungry and I’m betting, judging by the looks of you, you didn’t eat tonight.”
“What do you mean the looks of me ?” She was so insulted she stopped with the panties halfway up her legs.
“I mean you’re too skinny, woman.” Even as he said it, she did notice he hadn’t taken his eyes off her legs or the high heels she still wore.
Apparently he wasn’t that upset with her being too skinny, judging by the look of appreciation she saw in his eyes.
“I am not too skinny.” She finished wiggling into the lace panties and then had to work her tight skirt back down over them.
Wade had sure managed to mess up her clothing fast enough. But it wasn’t nearly as fast or easy to put it all right again.
“Yes, you are. You need some meat on those bones and I intend on helping you do that right now. The diner has the best chili cheese fries I’ve ever had.”
“I don’t eat chili cheese fries.” If she did she certainly wouldn’t have maintained the same size figure she’d had since she started modeling in her teens.
“Tonight you do.” He slammed her door closed and walked around to the other side of the truck, cutting off her protest until he was inside the cab with her.
“And what makes you think I’ll do what you ask?”
He shot her a sideways glance as he slid the key into the ignition. “You have so far.”
She wanted to protest but when she thought about it, dammit, he was right. Instead she asked, “Are you okay to drive?”
“Me? Yeah. Besides, the diner is just on the other side of the hotel. I figure I’ll move the truck to the hotel lot and we can walk to the diner.”
He drove through the back entrance of the bar’s lot and directly into the hotel parking spots. From there she could see the lights of the diner next door. Everything a person could ever need—food, drink and a place to sleep—all within a few steps.
This slumming it—as Wade called it—wasn’t so bad. But she’d come in a car that probably cost more than Wade’s annual salary. “Is
She rolled her eyes. “Come on. The hotel is right next door.”
“Which means I’d have to get in the truck, drive over there, park. Get out, walk through the damn lobby with a hard-on ain’t nobody gonna miss seeing, take the elevator up to my floor where my room is at the end of a very long hallway. And if I remember correctly, I left my room looking like a pigsty. I figured that would be a mood killer for you so . . .” He shrugged.
He sounded sincere enough. But still, she was having trouble believing him. “You really couldn’t wait to have me?”
“Nope. There was a very real chance I would have taken you in the elevator if we had tried to make it to the room. Though I’m sure the night staff watching the security monitors would have enjoyed the show.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her mouth. Soft. Almost chaste.
Their first kiss. It was odd. They’d fucked. He’d had his mouth in much more personal places tonight, but this kiss felt intimate.
He pulled back far enough to ask, “So do you forgive me?”
“Yes.” She’d never had a man want her so badly he couldn’t wait even five minutes.
“So, first time having sex in a pick-up truck, I assume?”
Did he really have to ask? She laughed. “Uh, yes.”
“Good.” He looked particularly satisfied with her answer.
“Why is that good?” she asked, surprised.
“Then you’ll always remember it. A girl always remembers her first time.” He winked.
“I suppose I will.” As if she would ever forget this incredibly strange man, truck sex or not.
Wade reached toward the floorboard and handed her the underwear he’d taken off her. “Put these on and fix your clothes so we can go.”
“Where are we going? The hotel?” That figured. Now. After they were done.
“No.” He took a step back to give her room to maneuver getting her underwear on in the tight space. “The diner. I’m hungry and I’m betting, judging by the looks of you, you didn’t eat tonight.”
“What do you mean the looks of me ?” She was so insulted she stopped with the panties halfway up her legs.
“I mean you’re too skinny, woman.” Even as he said it, she did notice he hadn’t taken his eyes off her legs or the high heels she still wore.
Apparently he wasn’t that upset with her being too skinny, judging by the look of appreciation she saw in his eyes.
“I am not too skinny.” She finished wiggling into the lace panties and then had to work her tight skirt back down over them.
Wade had sure managed to mess up her clothing fast enough. But it wasn’t nearly as fast or easy to put it all right again.
“Yes, you are. You need some meat on those bones and I intend on helping you do that right now. The diner has the best chili cheese fries I’ve ever had.”
“I don’t eat chili cheese fries.” If she did she certainly wouldn’t have maintained the same size figure she’d had since she started modeling in her teens.
“Tonight you do.” He slammed her door closed and walked around to the other side of the truck, cutting off her protest until he was inside the cab with her.
“And what makes you think I’ll do what you ask?”
He shot her a sideways glance as he slid the key into the ignition. “You have so far.”
She wanted to protest but when she thought about it, dammit, he was right. Instead she asked, “Are you okay to drive?”
“Me? Yeah. Besides, the diner is just on the other side of the hotel. I figure I’ll move the truck to the hotel lot and we can walk to the diner.”
He drove through the back entrance of the bar’s lot and directly into the hotel parking spots. From there she could see the lights of the diner next door. Everything a person could ever need—food, drink and a place to sleep—all within a few steps.
This slumming it—as Wade called it—wasn’t so bad. But she’d come in a car that probably cost more than Wade’s annual salary. “Is
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