Page 51 of Cold Foot Revenge
Oh gah, this girl. Fuck, she was sexy. His cock swelled and hardened in an instant with her hand pressing against the zipper of his jeans. He rolled his hips against her touch and pulled her closer.
“I have to tell you something,” she told him.
“Tell me anything,” he urged her.
“It’s been a while for me.”
“Since what?”
“Since…you know.” She rubbed his dick. “I’ve been single for a while.”
And he knew what he would do. He sighed and pulled her hand up to his lips, kissed her knuckles there and then pulled her in close, hugged her against his chest. “And we can wait. There’s no rush. Today was a lot for you, and I didn’t bring you to this hotel for that. That’s not all I’m after.”
“Oh.” She looked confused. “You don’t want it?”
He snorted and hugged her tighter. “I can’t even physically list anything I want more than to bury myself so fuckin’ deep inside of you that you forget the day completely, but we’re new, and you still grenade. I can’t imagine what you would do in the morning if we fucked right now.”
She giggled. “I would probably be really well-behaved and maybe make you breakfast.”
He belted out a single laugh. “Or, you would wake up early, stare at me while I’m sleeping, convince yourself you need to leave me because I terrify you, and then sneak out and hitch a ride to who-the-hell-knows-where, and then I’ll be left wanting your body for the rest of my rotting life, and will always think about the girl that got away, and if I pushed us too far too fast. No thanks.”
She’d gone quiet. “That actually sounds really accurate.” She eased back and looked at him. “You get to know people fast, don’t you? You understand people.”
“Only when I want to. It’s rare that I want to, just so you know.”
“When was the last time you had…you know?”
“Had sex?” He shook his head. “That’s a trap, I’m not answering that.”
“I won’t judge! Was it a long time ago?”
Dylan pursed his lips. “Let’s talk about something else.”
Roxy’s smile faded from her full lips. “Was it recently?”
“Wolf Mask,” he warned.
She went completely quiet, and he cursed internally. With a sigh, he released her and scooted far enough back that he could see her face without crossing his damn eyes. “What do you want to know?” He hated conversations like this, but maybe she was one of those women who needed to know exactly where she stood with a man.
“What was her name?” she asked softly.
He puffed air out of his cheeks and hated everything. “Rebecca? Or Carly? I think?”
“You don’t know her name?”
“I met her at a bar and took her home. She left right after and we never exchanged numbers or saw each other again. It was…emotionless.”
Roxy lay there quietly, but she still had her leg thrown over his. “Did you do that very often?” she asked.
“Well, this is a boner-killer conversation.”
She huffed a laugh. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m asking you this. You don’t owe me anything. It’s none of my business.”
“Then why are you asking?”
“Don’t be mean,” she murmured.
“I’m not. I really want to know what you’re feeling right now. Why are you asking?”
