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“Lust,” she repeats softly, those eyebrows drawing inward as she removes her seat belt. The upward lilt on the wordlustmakes it sound like an incredulous question. She can’t comprehend it.
I wait for a follow-up, some demand that I prove it with affirmation of my attraction to her.
Instead, she nods. “Okay.” She pulls the handle and the truck door pops open. She glances back. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Yeah, sure.”
I’m mildly stunned when she hops out and shuts the door. In my headlights, I watch her walk up to her front entry, fiddle in her purse for keys, and without a backward look to me, slip inside.
I don’t put my truck in reverse. A light comes on inside her cabin, but I can’t see what she’s doing as the front blinds are all closed.
I should go home.
Put her out of my mind once and for all. Leave her be until I see her in court. I have absolutely no reason to see or talk to her again.
And yet, I find myself turning off the ignition and opening the truck door. I slide out, shut it, and walk up to the porch. A light comes on in a window to the right, a soft glow—maybe a lamp.
Her bedroom?
Turn around and go home, Coen.
I glance back at my truck, curse under my breath, and knock.
Tillie is quiet, light on her feet, and I don’t know she’s come to the door until it swings open. She’s still wearing that dress, but her feet are bare.
Tilden tips her head. “Coen?”
Fuck… why does she have to sound all breathy and wanting? Why doesn’t she look pissed I’m bothering her? I’m the fucking enemy.
What to say? How do I even tell her I want her, but I don’t want to want her? How do I let myself have this and still pay penance for my sins against Kyle?
“Is something wrong?” she asks, voice thick with concern.
I sigh, a quiet admission of defeat. “Yeah… everything’s wrong,” I growl as I walk into her.
With a flash of her wide golden eyes, her lips part on a gasp, and then my mouth is on hers. Escape from me is not an option, so my hands press to her cheeks, my thumbs under her jaw. I walk her backward into her house as I kiss the ever living fuck out of the woman, and once I’m across the threshold, I kick the door shut behind me.
Lifting my lips ever so slightly from hers, I growl, “If you want me to stop, tell me now and I’ll walk out of here.”
Fingernails score into my chest through the soft cotton of my T-shirt. I hadn’t realized her hands were on me, but she shakes her head. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
“Thank fuck.” I bring my mouth back to hers and slide my tongue in deep.
I haul Tilden up with my hands under her ass, just as I lifted her yesterday and walked her into a tree. Except this time, I want to go somewhere else. “Bedroom?”
Sliding her hands into my hair, she tilts her head and brushes her lips over my jaw, and I swear I feel that soft touch in my balls. “Down the hall. First door on the right.”
Easy enough. I have her through the door and on her bed in no time flat. Covering her body with mine, I assault her mouth again. Pinning her in place, I enjoy the taste of tequila and lime on her tongue as I try to rein in the desperation of my kiss.
Tilden pulls at my shirt. She yanks it free of my jeans and pushes it up my stomach before running her hands along my skin. Her palms are soft and warm. Her fingernails scrape over my nipples, sending a tingle up my spine.
Christ, it’s been so long since someone’s touched me like this, I’m in sensory overload.
I grab the hem of her dress and yank it upward, running my hand along the outside of her leg. More satiny skin until I reach the textured edge of her lace panties. I flirt with elastic as I kiss her before plunging my fingers underneath to find her wet.
Tilden bucks when I sink a finger inside her, and her body goes rigid when I drag it over her clit. She moans, rotating her hips, and resumes jerking at my shirt trying to get it off.
I oblige, rearing up to tear it off and freeze in place as I take her in. She’s staring at my chest, eyes running over my abdomen, and she presses her fingers to the trail of hair below my navel. She drags it to the button of my jeans, and I hold my breath as she slides her hand lower and presses her palm to my erectionthat is achingly constricted right now. I huff out a curse and close my eyes as she squeezes. My heart slams against my rib cage, and I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted to fuck a woman more than I do at this moment.
