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time with flirting. He wanted action.
“What makes you think I’m flirting?” He skimmed his finger over her full lips.
They parted, begged to be kissed. He could see her nipples peak under the thin cotton of her tank and it just jacked him up harder, faster.
“Kadan, no,” she whispered not sounding anything like she meant it. She even arched into him.
“Okay, no,” he whispered against her lips, brushing against them. “I’m not flirting.”
Again that small sound of surrender. It was like he was thrown back in time, burning for her all over again, never able to get close enough to begin to settle, to trust. She’d driven him crazy with desire, sexual of course, but for other things that he didn’t want to acknowledge, much less have in his life. Ever.
Flirting his ass. He was serious. But he also wasn’t going to make it so easy for her by falling under her spell again.
“What’s next?” This time he moved away, leaving Hollis, lips soft and ready, eyes closed, startled into realizing that once again it just wasn’t happening.
Her body, which had been so pliant and willing, stiffened up like she’d been slapped. Shoulders stiff, back straight, mouth tight.
“Tea,” she said.
“Forget it. Coffee.”
She blew out a hard breath and shouldering both of the now full totes, she headed for the market exit, this time not moving slowly enough for him to keep pace. Kadan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Yeah, that had been close, but he’d pissed her off and seen sparks fly in her eyes so it had definitely been worth it. Plus the view as she stomped off was a bonus, although it burned him that she was carrying the totes not him. Still an outdated sexist bastard .
K adan relaxed in the Adirondack chair in the shade of a palm tree outside Morning Glory, a favorite Leucadia hang out. Hollis was inside ordering their drinks. It was strange to have her take charge. He was used to making the decisions and to paying. He made far more money than many of his friends so it was natural to buy drinks and whatever when they were out.
Hollis had tossed her head making her hair fly when he had tried to hand her money. He wondered if the same thing happened to Hollis because she was rich. Did everyone around her expect her to pay for the good times, too? He frowned and sat up, a little too quickly as he felt his ankle throb. Trying to hide his wince, he settled back in the chair and pulled his beanie lower when he noticed two longish-haired, young teenage boys eying him.
Great.
“You order coffee like a girl.” Hollis startled him out of his incognito sulk. “I could barely get all the words out. High maintenance.”
“Bet your ass, herbal tea girl.”
“I’ve been thinking about the crutches. They’re awkward.”
He couldn’t disagree with that. He sipped his caramel macchiato and as the sweet heat coated his throat, he sighed. He rarely drank this. Too many calories and too much fat and sugar, but every once in a while he indulged. As he watched Hollis, sitting upright in her chair, googling something on her phone, he wished he could indulge in something else. He’d always loved her breasts. They were small, but high, and she didn’t always wear a bra so he’d usually had easy access and had been able to imagine himself sliding his hands under her shirt and secretly caressing her pale pink nipples to peaks that he could then roll his tongue around until she thrashed under him, wrapped her legs around his hips and insisted now, now, now!
He closed his eyes and willed his imagination under control. He was pathetic. He had to stop thinking about sex with her. She’d always made him go from zero to sixty with a look or a laugh or a flip of her hair. He was thirty-five. He should have more control than this. She was bad news for him. Yeah, he could get her in bed again, but then what? She’d want more, which would make him moody and unsettled and longing for something that he couldn’t or
“What makes you think I’m flirting?” He skimmed his finger over her full lips.
They parted, begged to be kissed. He could see her nipples peak under the thin cotton of her tank and it just jacked him up harder, faster.
“Kadan, no,” she whispered not sounding anything like she meant it. She even arched into him.
“Okay, no,” he whispered against her lips, brushing against them. “I’m not flirting.”
Again that small sound of surrender. It was like he was thrown back in time, burning for her all over again, never able to get close enough to begin to settle, to trust. She’d driven him crazy with desire, sexual of course, but for other things that he didn’t want to acknowledge, much less have in his life. Ever.
Flirting his ass. He was serious. But he also wasn’t going to make it so easy for her by falling under her spell again.
“What’s next?” This time he moved away, leaving Hollis, lips soft and ready, eyes closed, startled into realizing that once again it just wasn’t happening.
Her body, which had been so pliant and willing, stiffened up like she’d been slapped. Shoulders stiff, back straight, mouth tight.
“Tea,” she said.
“Forget it. Coffee.”
She blew out a hard breath and shouldering both of the now full totes, she headed for the market exit, this time not moving slowly enough for him to keep pace. Kadan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Yeah, that had been close, but he’d pissed her off and seen sparks fly in her eyes so it had definitely been worth it. Plus the view as she stomped off was a bonus, although it burned him that she was carrying the totes not him. Still an outdated sexist bastard .
K adan relaxed in the Adirondack chair in the shade of a palm tree outside Morning Glory, a favorite Leucadia hang out. Hollis was inside ordering their drinks. It was strange to have her take charge. He was used to making the decisions and to paying. He made far more money than many of his friends so it was natural to buy drinks and whatever when they were out.
Hollis had tossed her head making her hair fly when he had tried to hand her money. He wondered if the same thing happened to Hollis because she was rich. Did everyone around her expect her to pay for the good times, too? He frowned and sat up, a little too quickly as he felt his ankle throb. Trying to hide his wince, he settled back in the chair and pulled his beanie lower when he noticed two longish-haired, young teenage boys eying him.
Great.
“You order coffee like a girl.” Hollis startled him out of his incognito sulk. “I could barely get all the words out. High maintenance.”
“Bet your ass, herbal tea girl.”
“I’ve been thinking about the crutches. They’re awkward.”
He couldn’t disagree with that. He sipped his caramel macchiato and as the sweet heat coated his throat, he sighed. He rarely drank this. Too many calories and too much fat and sugar, but every once in a while he indulged. As he watched Hollis, sitting upright in her chair, googling something on her phone, he wished he could indulge in something else. He’d always loved her breasts. They were small, but high, and she didn’t always wear a bra so he’d usually had easy access and had been able to imagine himself sliding his hands under her shirt and secretly caressing her pale pink nipples to peaks that he could then roll his tongue around until she thrashed under him, wrapped her legs around his hips and insisted now, now, now!
He closed his eyes and willed his imagination under control. He was pathetic. He had to stop thinking about sex with her. She’d always made him go from zero to sixty with a look or a laugh or a flip of her hair. He was thirty-five. He should have more control than this. She was bad news for him. Yeah, he could get her in bed again, but then what? She’d want more, which would make him moody and unsettled and longing for something that he couldn’t or
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