Page 35 of That One Night
Okay, the heat made her feel sweaty. But he definitely wasn’t helping.
“We’ll only be five minutes,” he told her. “I just need to pick up a new pump and a couple of troughs. Then we can head over to Jack’s.”
She swallowed hard. “About that…”
“You chickening out?”
“No. I’m still thinking about it.”
He gave her a half smile. “Well, you can think a little more while we shop.”
He’d reached the glass doors to the tattoo parlor before she caught up to him.
“Remind me how you know Jack again?” she asked, sounding breathless from running to keep up with him. “Because you don’t have any tattoos.”
“How do you know I don’t have any tattoos?”
She rolled her eyes, the ghost of a smile on her lips. Damn, she was pretty when she smiled.
She was also pretty when she didn’t smile. And wasn’t that a pain?
“Because you seem to enjoy parading around the farm half naked. I’m thinking of setting up a website, calling itOnly Farms.”
He coughed out a laugh. “Imagine my uncle on that.”
“He’s a good-looking man. There’s an audience for a silver fox.” Her smile widened. “But you still haven’t answered my question.”
“I have a tattoo,” he told her, deadpan.
She blinked, like she was blindsided. “Where?”
“Never gonna tell you. If the sun doesn’t see it, nor will you.”
He liked the way her mouth dropped open. “Is it on your ass?”
“Nope.”
“Your upper leg?”
“Nahah.” He shook his head, enjoying this way too much. Her cheeks were already flushed as she looked down at the button on his jeans.
“No. Not there,” she muttered.
“Was I supposed to hear that?”
“Is it there?”
“Where?” For some reason he wanted to hear her say it. A dirty word. She was so damn straight and proper. He wondered what it would be like to see her lose it and go wild.
You’ll never know, asshole. She’s not yours.
“You know where.”
“Say it and I’ll answer your question.” They were full-on facing each other now. She drew closer.
“You’re such an idiot.”
“Say it, Emery.”
