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“Yeah.”
I stand in the entry as Weston makes his way around the front room, winding his way into the kitchen, down the hallway. I don’t follow him into the bedroom. The way I’m feeling right now, I can’t trust myself not to throw him on the bed, climb him like the fucking beast he is and have my dirty way with him. Why is it that feels like the only thing that can truly make me feel better right now?
I’m not that sexual of a person. I’ve had a few partners with sub-par results. I bite my lip thinking of what his warm skin would feel like under my fingertips. It’s strange that I know sex with Weston would be magical, something I could get addicted to like an alcoholic to a drink. Which is why I need to put this silly little schoolgirl fantasy behind me. If he didn’t want anything to do with me in high school, what makes me think he will now? I’m the girl who serves him drinks, nothing more. Right now, he’s only doing his job.
Footsteps thud against the hall carpet, and Weston appears. I clear my throat, hoping the noise will also clear my head. “This house…is clear.” He says, then shoots me a timid smile. “That’s from—”
“Poltergeist, I know.” I rub my forehead and let out a huge yawn. “I love that movie. Scared the shit out of me when I was a kid.”
“Me too.” He says, walking toward me.
“The big, bad Officer Weston Strong was scared of a ghost movie?”
He raises his brow, tilting his head to the side, showcasing his thick, muscular neck. “People I can handle, but ghosts are scary as hell.” His face falls. “Shit,” he whispers. “I’m supposed to be making you feel better.”
“You are.” The words fall from my lips before I can stop them. He’s so close, his scent intoxicates me. I close my eyes and breathe him in, but recover quickly so he doesn’t notice. “I’m the exact opposite. Ghosts don’t scare me nearly as much as people.” I meet his eyes, having to resist the urge to cross my legs for some pressure to relieve the itch that only Weston can scratch. “So, as long as you’re here I know I’ll be okay.”
When he smiles down at me, I nearly lose my mind. The most gorgeous man on the planet not only saved my ass tonight, but he’s staying with me. Another yawn escapes my mouth and I plop onto the sofa. If only I had the energy to take advantage of the situation.
4
The smellof fresh coffee wakes me from my sleep. I stir, gently opening my eyes. At first I can’t for the life of me remember where I am but it all comes back to me in a flash. Carver’s Tavern…the two men in ski masks…them pulling a gun on Devon,myDevon. My heart races in my chest, fists clenched, resting on my chest. I groan and sit up, ready to annihilate the assholes who did this, but I’m met instead by the sweetest smiling face I’ve ever seen.
“Good morning, Sleepy Head.” Devon carries a steaming mug. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No,” I say, wondering how bad my breath is. After I take the mug from her soft hands, I keep my distance to be safe. The first sip tastes like pure heaven. “What time is it?”
“It’s after noon.”
“Are you serious?” Suddenly, I’m wide awake.
“I’m sorry, I wanted to let you sleep.” Her bright blue eyes fill with worry. “Do you have someplace to be?”
I count off what day it is in my head. After these long shifts, it’s easy to lose track. When I realize it’s Sunday morning and my day off, I let out a sigh of relief. “No, I’m good.”
“Good,” Devon says. She’s wearing an oversized Nirvana t-shirt with the neckline cut out, draped low enough to reveal an eyeful of her billowing cleavage, and a pair of illegally short shorts. I don’t know where to look first, so I keep my eyes trained on hers. Her cheeks are flushed, hair still wet from the shower. Her sweet grapefruit scent fills the air between us. I guarantee she smells a lot better than I do.
“In that case.” Devon slaps her bare thighs and all sorts of dirty thoughts play through my mind. “I can make you breakfast.”
“Oh, Dev. You don’t have to do that.” I toss the blanket off of me, revealing that I slept in my boxer briefs. I grab the cover, pulling it back over my legs. A raging case of morning wood makes me look like some horny teen, but it’s not totally unfounded. Devon makes me feel that way, like I’m reliving my high school crush and now I’m older and confident enough to act on it.
But a horrible thought crosses my mind. What if I make a move and she thinks I’m preying on her just because she’s vulnerable. That’s the last thing I want. So, I have to play this just right. I don’t want the woman of my dreams slipping through my fingers because she thinks I’m a creep. I’m not, I’m just madly in love with the woman, always have been.
“Actually,” I reach for my jeans, the blanket still wrapped around my waist. “Breakfast sounds great.”
“Any dietary restrictions?” She hops up the single step separating her small living room from the kitchen. Watching that round ass of hers doesn’t help my predicament. I turn my eyes away and quickly step into my jeans while she gathers pots and pans.
“Nope. I’ll eat anything.” What I really want is to eat Devon, run my tongue up her creamy thighs until I reach her center. I’d devour her, wearing her desire as a badge of honor all over my face until she comes over and over and over…
“Good, because it’s actually slim pickings around here.” She turns and shrugs, holding a tiny skillet. Devon shrugs one bare shoulder. “I haven’t gone to the grocery store, yet.”
“It’s okay, Dev.” I head toward the kitchen and notice there’s a towel and a brand new toothbrush on the counter. “Is that for me?”
“Oh yeah!” Her hands move quickly. “I thought you may want to take a shower?”
“Are you saying I stink?”
Her eyes widen for a second before she realizes I’m teasing her. “Yeah, you’re actually assaulting my nostrils, Wes. If you could just…” She pinches her cute little nose and it’s the strangest thing. In this moment I see her as more than just the girl I’ve been crushing on since high school. I see her as the woman who’ll be my wife, be the mother of my kids. She’s so beautiful and natural, built the way I like my women. Thick and soft. Smart and sassy. If Devon isn’t the perfect woman, there’s no such thing.
