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“Multiple multiples can skew the vision a bit,” Vic said. “Just saying. But if you want to see more of him, naked or otherwise, then go for it. Show him you’re not some shy wallflower waiting around for him to move. You’ve got moves of your own.”
“Right.” Jill cocked her head. “Do I?”
“Girl, you have moves for days.” Vic slid her legs out to the sides and rolled forward in a way that defied gravity. “Like this one. When he’s behind you, stretch out your legs and lean toward the bed. Go down flat on your belly.”
Jill crab-walked backward so that Vic’s head didn’t land in her lap. “Wow. That must be some visual from the other side.”
“Oh, it is. Or so I’ve been told.” Vicky’s grin spread. “Trust me, he won’t be able to form complete sentences for a week.”
Jill returned her grin and bounded to her feet, her momentary misgivings about romanticizing things allayed. This was what best friends were for. Buying tequila, dishing up the Ben and Jerry’s, and dispensing valuable advice about the unfair sex. The dirty yoga poses were just a bonus. “You’re right. I’ve got this.” She strode toward the door. As soon as she saw him, it was on. “Thanks, babe. Later.”
“Poor guy won’t know what hit him,” Vic called after her.
…
He’d done it now.
Thinking ahead had never been his strong suit, except when it came to football. Past experience had taught him that thinking overmuch led to drowning his sorrows in something 100-proof, so willful mindlessness had become his goal in regard to emotional shit.
Do not pass GO. Do not pony up for the expensive whiskey that hurts like hell coming back up.
He’d screwed himself in the past by not considering all the possibilities before moving forward. But his current conundrum had to win the crap contest on a number of levels.
He’d not only slept with his sister’s virginal best friend, he’d made an agreement to date her, thereby ensuring their continued contact beyond necessary wedding events. Even if the situation was temporary, trying to check off a few boxes in the honor category had also created a huge clusterfuck.
He hadn’t expected to have a night like that with her. Hadn’t anticipated the need that fired in his blood every time he imagined her hesitant smile or the bravado she slipped on as easily as a pair of shoes. Watching her explore new pleasures intoxicated him more than any drink. He wanted to show her everything, be part of every new sexual discovery.
Truth be told, he didn’t know if he could control himself next time he got his hands on that sweet body. She brought something dark and hot out of him, and having her once had only whetted his appetite for more.
After a brutal session of physical therapy, he iced his knee and swapped the sweats and tank he’d worn to work out for a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt. He had too much on his mind, including the appointment he’d made for Wednesday at the group home where his mom lived. Seeing Jill tonight would help distract him, even if eventually he had to face the facts. She might not be into the stuff he liked. And if she was? Damn. He couldn’t go there. Couldn’t even begin to hope for that kind of outcome.
Taking things to a deeper level with her sexually when he already knew how perfect she was otherwise would be a recipe for disaster. Whichever way she responded, he was screwed. No matter how much he wanted her, he had no clue how to be the kind of man she needed. His life was football. Everything else was beyond his expertise. Including relationships.
Especially relationships.
Maybe all the better they’d agreed to keep this temporary. As amazing as their five dates would be, once they ended, that was it. He didn’t have to wonder when she’d figure out he had no fucking idea how to be someone’s partner, because they would never get to that point.
Hell, maybe he should have listened to her and kept this thing limited to that one night. The way she made him feel, his needs would push their way to the fore soon enough. He’d just have to control himself.
Though he might disappoint her outside of the bedroom, inside it, he would keep her satisfied, as long as he maintained a tight grip on his more wicked preferences. As unlikely as that seemed around Jill, he’d made an agreement, so he would fulfill it. Besides, he wanted to see her again. Too fucking much.
He headed over to her place and soon discerned she wasn’t home. Had she forgotten they’d made plans, or had she gotten held up at work?
This was what he got for trying to do things the way normal dudes did. Making dates and playing the good guy so wasn’t his style. His idea of romance was a memorable one-night stand followed by two-dozen red roses and a card that said “thanks for an incredible night.” Easy. Simple. None of this waiting around checking his watch crap.
The screech of brakes caused his head to snap up as Jill’s orange sedan swerved to the side of the parking-lot entrance. He must’ve conjured her or something.
She got out and hurried to the grass beside the blacktop. She was wearing something not quite discernible in the twilight, but it appeared to be shorts and a tiny top. What the hell? It wasn’t hot enough for shorts, not by a long shot. It had even snowed earlier.
Annoyed at her lack of self-care, he opened his door and prepared to give her a lecture, possibly followed by a good spanking. That part was just in his fantasies. Hell, getting naked with Jill at all was straight out of the fantasy file he’
d been building since he was a teenager.
Then he heard the cooing.
She knelt on the snow-crusted grass on bare knees, blond hair spilling in two pigtails down her back, while she talked to something he couldn’t see. Probably a damn chipmunk.
“Jill.”
