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“With your phone, take a picture and send it to a friend, or family member. That way someone knows where you are and who you’re with.”
She twisted her lips to the side before pressing them together. They stared at each other, and Ryan knew he could get lost in the deep, dark brown pools of her eyes all damn day. Hang out was an understatement; he really wanted to experience every inch of her curvy body with his mouth and bury his dick within her. His mind easily pictured her thick thighs wrapped around him... Fuck, his cock got hard at the idea alone.
“Okay.”
Her voice pulled him from the daydream. He’d almost asked “okay what,” but she’d moved to grab her keys and phone from the counter. After snapping a picture and presumably sending a text, she slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops that were by the front door. He grabbed up his license and put it back.
“Can we exit out the back?” he asked, pointing to the patio door.
“How am I supposed to lock up then?”
He shrugged. “It’ll be fine. It’s not like we can’t see across, plus no one is ever out back, so, I think you’re good.”
Like before, he could tell she was working it out in her head before agreeing. Ryan stepped to the side to let her walk in front of him, giving him time to enjoy the view from the back. Damn, she had the best ass.
When they reached his place, he reached around her to open the sliding glass patio door. The most seductive sigh passed her lips as she stepped inside the cool space. It made him want to know what other noises she made. Was she a quiet one or screamer? If he was reading the situation right, he might just be about to find out. He smiled at the thought.
Jess covered her mouth and giggled when she looked at his couch. “Is it safe to sit on?” she asked. Her jovial expression had her dimples on full display again.
He returned her grin. “You should know.”
She sat on the middle cushion, slipped off her flip-flops and tucked her feet under her.
“You drink beer? Or would you rather something else?” he asked, on his way into the kitchen.
“Beer’s fine.”
Ryan grabbed two bottles, and popped the tops before he joined her on the couch.
“Thanks,” she said as she took the beer. “So, Ryan Branson, what do you do?”
He took a swig. “You trying to decide if I’m worth the time?”
Her eyes got wide. “No. What? I was...”
He held up his hand. “I’m just fucking with you. If you couldn’t tell from earlier, I’m in construction. It’s—” After learning the hard way how quickly some chicks saw dollar signs, he was skeptical on sharing too much. “Hot, hard work, but I like it. How about you? With that accent, you’re not from around here.” The subtle drawl to her speech thickened on certain words, especially when she got flustered. Yet another intriguing factor.
When she wrapped her lips around the head of the bottle to take a drink, it was all Ryan could do to not stroke himself. After his last hookup had taken a turn down what-the-fuck lane, he’d needed a break from sex involving other people. It’d been just him, his hand, and his imagination, sometimes some porn, for like the last couple of weeks. He and his cock were ready to get back on the horse so to speak.
She dabbed her mouth with the back of her hand. “You’d be right, I’m from Georgia. Born and raised. This is actually the first time I’ve ever left the state. Shit! Probably shouldn’t have said all that. My stranger danger meter is hella broken or something.”
Ryan choked on the drink he’d just taken. The liquid sputtered through his lips and some shot out his nose. “Fuck! That hurt.” He slammed his bottle down on his table and held his nose, still stuck between choking, coughing, and laughing over her words.
“Oh, shit.” Jess scrambled off the couch and returned later with a paper towel for him and patted his back like he was a damn child.
“You all right?”
He nodded while trying to recover. When he glanced in her direction, Ryan was met with a worried frown. “If anyone needs to be concerned about their safety, it should be me. Death by beer.”
She gave a decisive nod and straightened her back, which made her tits perk up. Their close proximity was doing serious things to his head, and he had to fight the urge to bury his face in her neck for a nibble.
“Ya just remember that. Don’t go tryin’ no funny business.” She added an extra Southern twang to her words and the faux serious look on her face lasted like two point five seconds before she broke out into a grin.
Ryan arched a brow at her. “What constitutes funny business?”
She swallowed and her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip. A lip he wanted to capture between his teeth before thrusting his own tongue into her mouth to discover if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.
When she inched forward, her leg made contact with his. A strong urge to run his fingers up the inside of her thigh and explore the wonders of her body prickled through him, but he ignored it. As much as he wanted that, he also didn’t want to come on too strong, so Ryan leaned closer to her face and planted a simple feather light kiss just below her ear.
