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“Doesn’t mean anything in a town like this.” He sat down on the bench as she stood watching him. “I’m a hometown boy. And I don’t take much shit. They would act like they liked me even if they didn’t.”
His stare was direct, honest. Sarah licked her lips and stared back at him, uncertain what to say. Her body was humming, as it always did around him. Vibrating with need. It didn’t make sense. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, her breasts swollen beneath her dress.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” His expression suddenly shifted, became sensual, filled with male lust. And if she hadn’t been wet before, she would have been in that instant.
Sarah cleared her throat, speechless. “I’m sure a lot of women get wet around you, don’t they?”
She’d surprised him. She watched his lips quirk, his eyes become more intense.
“You’re messing with trouble, you know that, don’t you, Sair?” His voice deepened, became graveled. Rough. “You’re a nice, sweet little thing. And I’m a very, very bad boy. You sure you want to keep watching me with those hot little eyes and tempting me with that pretty body of yours? You should have a nice guy, Sair, not a man who’s forgotten all the softness in life.”
Was he willing to be tempted? Sarah shifted slowly and almost moaned at the feel of the little piercing at her clit rubbing against her.
“Perhaps I want to learn how to be bad,” she answered him softly then. “If you’re that bad, Cooper, then you could show me how to be bad. And I’ll remind you of the softer things in life.”
Pure, raw lust tore through his system. Cooper stared at her, wondering if he looked as shocked as he felt, looked as damned hungry as he knew he felt.
She stood there, her cheeks a little flushed, gripping that beer bottle with tight, nervous fingers. Her gaze was direct, though. A hint of heat, embarrassment, and something he didn’t want to look too closely at, filling her eyes.
As he stared at her, a sudden thought shook him to the core.
“Shit,” he muttered. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
Her lips tilted a bit cynically. “Define virginity. Have I ever been with a man? No, I haven’t. But I haven’t had a hymen for years, Ethan.”
She didn’t call him Cooper. Fuck. She was dangerous. Because calling him Ethan struck a soft spot in him he didn’t know he had. He liked the sound of it on her lips, the way her eyes softened when she said his name.
He moved toward her then. Slowly, watching her. Her gaze met his, direct, unashamed. A little quiet. A little somber. There were shadows in those pale blue eyes, shadows that made him wonder exactly what lay beneath the surface of this proud little woman.
And there was pride. Immeasurable pride.
“Why?” He moved behind her, bent his head, and brushed his nose against the hair by her ear. He wanted to hear her voice, not be distracted by the need filling her eyes. “Why haven’t you been with a man, Sair?”
Her throat moved as she swallowed tightly. “I was very sheltered for a long time, and after that, I had a hard time adjusting.” Sadness filled her voice. “And I was working. There was no time.” And there was a little lie.
“Don’t lie to me.” He nipped her ear and felt her jerk. “Never lie to me, Sair. I don’t tolerate it well.”
She was silent for long moments. “I don’t want a one-night stand. I don’t want a boy who doesn’t know how to touch a woman, or a man who knows only his own pleasure.” She turned her head and stared at him. “I’m not looking for love, Ethan. But I want to be held. I want to be pleasured. And I want to know how to pleasure. And I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.”
His cock was going to rip past the zipper on his pants, tear right through his clothes, and go for the glory. Hell.
He took her beer and set it with his on the deck railing. Here, beneath the covered porch, the lattice surrounding the enclosed area, there were no eyes to see. Not that he really cared if anyone could see. He wondered if she would care?
Turning her to him, he gripped the back of her neck, watched the pulse hammer in her throat, and stared at the way those pouty lips parted and her tongue stroked over them.
Hell. He was gonna do this. She had said the magic words, though he didn’t know if he believed them. She said she didn’t want love. She wanted sex. She wanted
bad sex.
“Nasty sex,” he whispered, lowering his lips until they feathered hers. “Hard sex, Sair. I’m a man. A hard man. And I love sex, baby.”
There was the slightest little dip to her lashes and he bet she was creaming her panties. He bet when he touched that bare little pussy, he was going to find his fingers covered in her juices.
“Touch me.” Her whispered entreaty tightened his balls. “However you want to, Cooper. Touch me, before I die for it.”
“I won’t be easy.” He wrapped an arm around her hips, bent, and jerked her up to him.
Her eyes widened, innocence sparkled like incandescent lights in her pale blue eyes, and arousal flushed her face. Her lips looked poutier, ready to plunder, to taste, to explore.
