Page 70 of Seven Year Itch
“He likes to tape women’s mouths shut.”
She looks back at me, her lips twisting in confusion. “I already knew that.”
My eyes bug out of my head. “You did?”
“Yeah, that’s what we were discussing in the hallway.”
“How are you going to utter a safe word with your mouth taped shut?”
“That’s what we were discussing,” she replies, acting like she’s talking about a casual encounter. “He said there are other ways to signal a safe word. A dropped item or blinking.”
“Blinking?” I roar, stepping closer to her until her back is pressed against my truck. I cage her in so she can feel the full wrath of me as the steam of our breaths dances in the darkness. “You think when a guy has you naked and strapped to a fucking cross he’s going to notice you blinking your safety notice? Goddammit, Dakota!”
“Why are you so mad?” she snaps, looking at me like I’ve got two heads.
I jerk away from her and shove my hands through my hair. “Was it so easy for you to jump to another guy? I was just inside of you less than two weeks ago.” My voice is guttural and doesn’t even sound like me. I thought I ripped her out of there because of what she told me at the bar... but clearly, my cock is doing all the talking for me right now.
She blinks back at me, her expression unreadable. “But you agreed to this. You said you would be my wingman.”
“I didn’t know you’d jump on the first dick you saw. Did you even like that guy?”
“Why do I have to like him? It’s just sex. I thought you of all people would understand that.”
“I don’t.” My tone is acidic.
“You know what?” she snaps, poking me in the chest again until she backs me all the way up into the parked car beside us. “It’s completely misogynistic for you think casual sex is okay for you but not for me. If I was a dude, you wouldn’t have any issues with this.”
“Oh bullshit.”
“It’s true! You probably got laid the other night after we met up to look at your shelving designs. You were so stressed because you had big plans you had to get to.”
“Plans?” I rack my brain to remember what it was I had going on that night last week.
“Yes, plans. You yelled at me to hurry up because you had to go somewhere. Tell me you didn’t hook up with someone later that night.”
“You would think that.” I can barely restrain my anger. “That’s all you see in me is sex, isn’t it?”
Her mouth opens and closes before she shrugs. “Pretty much.”
“Well, you’re one to talk. You were all horned-up for that guy in there in within like two seconds.” I wince as I picture her face in that hallway again.
Her lips part as she takes a step back. “I wasn’thorned-up. God, who speaks like that?”
“I saw your face right before he was about to kiss you. You looked like you were about to come.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did,” I shout like a psycho. “I know that look on you. I saw it in Mexico, and you just met the guy. How the hell—”
“I was thinking of you, okay?” she exclaims, stomping her heeled foot into the ground.
“What?”
“God, this is so embarrassing.” She waves her coat out and paces back and forth, like she’s boiling hot all of a sudden, and the glimpse of her curves straining under that dress has my cock swelling in my jeans. “But you’re acting nuts, and I don’t know how else to get you to shut up.” She stops by the bumper of my truck and turns back to look at me. “I was thinking of you and our night together, when I was with that guy. That’s why I looked so turned on. I was...” she stutters, completely helpless “...I was fantasizing about you. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, and it’s annoyingly effective.”
I exhale heavily, my breath puffing a cloud of steam in front of me as I stare at her, watching her chest rise and fall in that tight fucking dress that’s been driving me nuts since the moment she popped open her coat in my truck.
“I wasn’t in a hurry that night on the mountain because I was going to have sex with someone.”
