Page 44 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

He wanted to answer, but he was still in that shower with her, his mouth sucking the water droplets off her tits, her soapy hands tugging on his cock. It was an impossible task, asking him to fight off an erection when he couldn’t stop the onslaught of images coming at him.

“If you’re going to wonder what I look like naked, you could at least wait until I close the door.”

His laughter broke the tension and got his mind out of the shower. “I’m sorry. I’m trying very hard here.”

“So, what is your type?” she asked.

He’d only ever gone out with a certain type of woman. But his reaction to Hellcat told him something new. “I guess I don’t have one.”

“Are you a boob man? Ass? Legs?”

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

“Because you don’t want to hurt my feelings?” she asked.

“Because I’m attracted to the whole package. I don’t think you’ll find a lot of guys who care about the size of a woman’s breasts. We want a woman who’s—” He shut his mouth, catching himself before he said something offensive.

“No, don’t. Don’t try to find a more polite way to say the truth. I really want to know.”

He gave her a curt nod. “Down to fuck.”

And there it was again, that unconscious response that softened her lips and stoked a fire in her eyes. This woman had not been fucked well.

“How can you tell? If a woman’s down to…fuck? I mean, lots of women have a…a come hither look in their eyes. How do you know the ones who just want a roll in the hay?”

“So, basically, you revert to cliches when you’re uncomfortable?”

She grinned. “Oh, just answer the question. When will I ever get these kinds of insights from a real man?”

“What about that shower?”

“The longer I put it off, the more hot water I get.” She leaned against the doorjamb and folded her arms in a stance that said,I’m waiting.

“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it before.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Okay, fine. But the answer came when he thought about the last time he’d hooked up with someone. “There’s a look in her eyes. I can tell what she wants.”

She lowered her arms. “What does that mean?”

He had to give it more thought, but when he remembered scanning the club, one woman jumped out at him. She was a gorgeous blonde with a sculpted ass. But while he’d found her attractive, he’d quickly looked away. “She can be the most beautiful woman in the world, but if she’s got hope in her eyes, I’m not interested.”

“How can you tell? You’re seeing through the lens of your own experience, you know. Maybe she’s thinking about the hot dog she’s going to get from the food truck right outside the bar. She’s hoping he has enough mustard and relish.”

Of all the things for her to say… Hellcat made him smile. “It’s not like that.” How did he explain? “Some women have a guarded look. They’ve been hurt, and they’re hoping you won’t do it, too. They’re too complicated. That’s a pass. Others are out to seduce. They scare me. I don’t need maneaters.”

“Maneaters, huh? What does that mean?”

“It’s a woman who tags you as the one she’s going home with. She comes on strong. She’s going to show you the time of your life in bed.”

“What’s wrong with that? Isn’t that what you want?”

“She’s too frantic. Too aggressive.”

She shook her head. “You need to write a manual.”

“You asked.”

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