Page 22 of Wait With Me
My eyes scrunch together, and I rub my fingers in the sockets to make sure I’m awake and hearing this all correctly. “I mean…I don’t really ever miss the heat of man, so I don’t think I know exactly what you’re saying.”
“Fine, the heat of a woman.” She rolls her eyes dramatically “You know what I’m talking about. The heat.”
I frown and shake my head. “You’re going to have to elaborate because I think of a lot of things when I think of women, but their body temperature isn’t one of them.”
“You asked for it.” She laughs and leans in so she’s speaking low and soft and directly into my ear. “The heat of a woman is so much more than temperature. It’s the soft, sensual curves of the female form. The way your fingers dig into the meat of her thighs when she’s wrapped around you. Her smooth, sunken tummy when she’s on her back, the delicate bumps of her ribcage when she’s throwing her head back in pleasure. Tight little nipples in pillows of creamy softness. The fact that you could fold yourself around her and envelop her body almost entirely and still want more. You’re saying you don’t miss that kind of heat?”
I blink slowly, recovering from what just happened. Her voice was a sensual, verbal caress straight on my cock. Then there was the warm heat of her breath on my ear. The deep husk of her tone. The way her warm palm rests softly on my thigh.
Fucking hell.
My dick immediately went from a halfy to a fully, and I’m so turned on that I don’t even give a fuck.
“You totally write erotica,” I state, my voice deep and gravelly with arousal. I sit back and shake my head at her.
“Damnit!” She snaps her fingers in front of her, clearly annoyed that she let herself get carried away. “I didn’t want you to know!”
“Why not?” I nearly growl. “What’s the big secret?”
“Because it changes the way you look at me.”
“How so?”
“Well, you’ll either one, think I’m some kind of sex freak who’s super frickin’ experienced in the bedroom.”
“That’s completely accurate.” I laugh.
“See!”
“I’m kidding, go on.”
“Or two, you’ll be embarrassed by what I do and not want to tell anyone.”
“Are you joking?” I bark and lean forward to turn her face so she’s looking at me. She actually looks kind of sad, and that blows my damn mind.
“Well, your buddy doesn’t count. He’s probably a horn ball,” she corrects. “I mean, anyone that’s super important to you.”
“Fuck that,” I argue and shake my head adamantly. “Then you don’t know me at all, Mercedes.”
“I know your kind,” she retorts with a cocky edge to her voice like this doesn’t really bother her. But I can clearly see that it does. “You dudes are all alike. You want a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.”
“Bullshit.”
She shrugs. “I don’t believe you.”
“Why not?”
“Because it was a huge reason my ex and I broke up. He asked me to lie to his family about what I did for a living.”
My blood runs cold. “What?”
The shamed look on her face has my jaw clenches with rage. “Yeah, I thought it was weird that we’d been together for so long and he still hadn’t introduced me to his family. Then his sister was getting married, and he sort of had to bring me to the wedding. That was when he asked me to tell everyone that I wrote cozy mysteries.”
“What a fucker.” I growl and take a huge gulp of my beer to try to tamp down my rage.
“Well, he is that, but I write some really kinky shit in my books, and that’s not exactly easy to tell your grandma about.”
“Fuck that.” I growl and slam down my beer. “I’d tell my grandma about you.”
