Filed to story: Can’t Get Enough Of You
“Wherever you want.”
“For someone who looks so put together, I’d think you’d have an answer ready for that question,” she said.
I laughed. “You think I look put together?”
“Don’t you?” she asked. “I mean, look at you.” She slid her eyes over my body, and I relished the way she looked at me. “You’re definitely the type of guy to command a boardroom.”
I laughed. “Is it that obvious that I’m a business major? I couldn’t pass for a carpenter, or a lumberjack?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Seriously? A lumberjack? I can just picture you in flannels and boots, sizing up a tree, wondering how much you’ll have to bribe it to fall over for you.”
I burst out laughing. “Bribe it?”
“Well, I can tell you work out,” she said, blushing. “But you don’t have the callused hands of someone who runs a chainsaw for a living.” She reached for me and took my hand in both of hers. At the contact, electricity jumped between us and my breath caught in my throat. She glanced up at me before studying my hand.
I loved the feel of her hands on mine, her skin soft and smooth, and her fingers able. She had paint spots on her hands, and the splotches were endearing.
I leaned forward so that our heads were bowed together, studying my hand.
“So, you think I’ll be better at closing deals than chopping down trees?” I asked. My voice was a little hoarse.
She glanced up at me again and her face was so close to mine, I could see the flecks of gold dancing in those big brown eyes.
“Yeah. And it’s better for the environment.”
I chuckled. I could smell her shampoo. I lifted my free hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her eyes were locked on mine, and when I leaned in to kiss her, she closed her eyes.
When our lips touched, it was the same incredible electrical surge that pulsed through me as when she’d touched my hand. I slid my tongue into her mouth and she moaned softly.
The sound was erotic, and it made my cock stiffen in my pants.
I cupped her cheek and kissed her more urgently, trying to show her the effect she was having on me. I moved my hands to her back, sliding them over her shoulders and up to her hair as I pulled her closer. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders. I inhaled her scent, intoxicated.
When we finally broke apart to look at each other, she was out of breath as if she’d run a mile, and her eyes were darker, deeper. Her lips were slightly parted.
“Come home with me,” I said.
She leaned back a little.
Shit, did I blow it?
“I have to clean up and lock up the café,” she said.
I nodded. “I’ll help you.”
We stood together. All the other employees had gone home, and I helped her close up. We tipped the chairs onto the tables for the cleaning crew to come in the morning, wiped the counters down, and she switched on the large industrial dishwasher that someone had loaded earlier.
The whole time, I couldn’t stop staring at her. I watched her as she moved, keeping track of her as we worked. She was elegant and graceful, doing everything with care, as if it really mattered. Her long red hair was like a flame as she moved beneath the dim lights. When she glanced at me now and again, her eyes were deep. Her expression suggested she was as eager about getting out of here as I was.
When the shop was ready, and she’d locked the door, she turned to me.
“I don’t usually do this,” she announced.
“What? Have help cleaning up the shop?”
She giggled. “No. Go home with someone I just met. It’s not usually… my style.”
“Okay,” I said. What if she changed her mind? I desperately needed her, but I didn’t want to persuade her to do something she didn’t want. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, I am. But I just wanted you to know that.”
I nodded. “Noted. And I’m honored.”
She nodded, too.
“So, which way?” she asked.
I took her hand and lifted it to my mouth, brushing my lips against her knuckles.
“This way,” I breathed and led her to my car.
Carey
I was going home with him.
I hardly recognized myself. A one-night stand? And what was more, I was fresh out of a long-term relationship. That was who I was- the long-term relationship girl.
And where had that gotten me?
Dumped, and feeling like crap because for some reason, Ryan just didn’t think I was good enough to commit to.
And that was totally bullshit.
Maybe I wasn’t like some of the other girls who ran around campus, who had a ton of friends and big trust funds, but I had some good things going for me.
And Nolan could see that. He talked to me like I was worth something.