Page 57 of Falling for You

I glance over at her and see her press her lips together to hide her smile. “Depends.”

“On?”

I nudge her elbow with mine. “You.”

“I was going to try to pretend like I had plans and didn’t want to hang out but I’m not that good at hiding my intentions.”

“Your intentions, huh? What would those be?”

“I guess we’ll have to find out when we get back to Liberty, won’t we?”

My dick starts up a little chant. Excited and thinking a party is being thrown in his honor, ready to come out and play.

Sex. Sex. Sex.

Shut up.

But my head, the one on top that I’m trying really hard to think with ever since I met her, is stalling. Telling me to wait, to slow shit down. I’ve only known her a couple days, and while typically that wouldn’t bother me, I know I don’t want the same thing with Chloe as I do with all those others.

My dick and my head are at war, and I fear the little fucker is going to win because once he’s got his mind set on something, he rarely doesn’t get what he wants.

Quite the conundrum I’m finding myself in, I must say.

Dammit.

Chapter Fourteen

Chloe

Did I just proposition Rex?Crap. I wish I could say I’m ready for that, but really, I barely know him. I know he’s okay with one night stands but sex means something to me. Usually, anyway. My Tinder Mistake, as I’m lovingly calling him, I slept with after only talking to for a few weeks and look where that got me. Contributing to him having an affair. The jerk.

Rex is suddenly quiet, fidgeting as he’s driving, almost as if he’s nervous.

“Rex?”

“Hmm?”

He won’t look at me. His grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are turning white. He swallows so hard I can hear the gulp from where I’m sitting next to him.

When I lay a hand on his forearm he almost jumps out of his seat.

“You okay?”

“Fine,” he croaks.

“You don’t sound fine.”

I almost start giggling because if I’m reading the situation correctly, he’s nervous about having sex with me. Or, maybe, just what my intentions are. Rex, the sexy bartender that every single female in town lusts over and many have slept with — which I refuse to think about — is hesitating.

Iknowhe wants to.

His body language, actions and words have told me as much.

When he kisses me, it’s real. It sounds simple, because it is. I’ve kissed other men. He’s kissed other women. But it’s never been like this for me. And I know it’s never been like this for him, either.

I know that might make me sound arrogant or overconfident, but I’m not clueless. Nor am I insecure. His feelings toward me are obvious, he’s not hiding it in any way, and unless he’s the most devious person in the world, I think he’s just as turned on by my presence as I am with his. Which is at holy shit levels, if I’m being honest.

I’m in a dang near constant state of arousal around him.

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