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CHAPTER 16
Tillie
My heart feelslike it’s going to leap out of my chest, and the sensation of excitement dappled with unease ripples through me. This could be a very bad idea.
Could be a very good idea.
I thought I knew the measure of the type of man Coen was, but today he flipped the script.
Before, I figured his interest was basic, rooted in carnality and probably a need to control. Proximity had to play a part, and maybe I’m just an easy conquest because if I’d let him perform oral sex on me up against a tree when I barely knew him, he has to assume I’d let him into my bed.
And if that’s all there was between us, that would be easier to accept because the rules are defined.
But he’s made it all weird now by claiming to want to be my friend. We hung out all afternoon and into the early evening with my friends. Quiet though he was, for the most part, he was not standoffish, and we had what could pass as normal conversations between two people who are developing a friendship.
Then the sun set, the moon rose, and the festival got packed. Most of the people there were supremely inebriated and fights broke out. Ann Marie and Xander were the first to leave, taking Hayley home, and when Erica and Hank decided to bug out, I knew it was time to leave too. I might have waited until the last possible minute because I knew Coen had expectations for when we left, and I fully intended to fulfill them. I might befeeling some trepidation, but mostly my nerves are rooted in anticipation of what Coen said he wanted to do to me.
The ride home was quiet, and Coen didn’t say a word as he got out of my car and followed me onto the porch.
As I slip my key into the lock, Coen presses his body into my backside. His palms rest against the door, and he effectively cages me in with his size and body heat.
My breath freezes, and I hold still.
Nuzzling at my nape, he murmurs, “Scared, Tillie?”
It’s the first time he’s used my nickname that I haven’t minded. I shake my head.
“Nervous?” His lips graze my neck as one arm circles around my waist to hold me back against him.
“A little,” I admit in a whisper, ashamed to admit it.
“Don’t be.” His other hand comes over mine, still holding the key in the lock, and he helps me turn it. “I promise you’ll go to sleep with a smile on your face tonight.”
I remember how after we had sex a week ago, he got dressed and walked out. He said he wasn’t a nice man, even though he was a generous lover, but he still walked out.
Will I be hurt when he walks out again tonight?
Possibly, but I’m willing to risk it. Because while he confounds me completely, he fascinates me like no other person ever has.
And I want him.
I turn the knob and push my door open. Coen releases his hold on me, and I enter my house. He follows and shuts the door behind him.
When I turn back to look at him, he’s flipping the porch light on. I doubt it’s for safety reasons but merely to prove the point I’m letting him in.
I drop my purse on the couch and toss my keys there.
“Come here,” he says, not moving from the door.
Frowning, I tip my head in question.
“Come here and prove to me that you want me here. You won’t hurt my feelings if you’re having second thoughts.”
My frown deepens. “I’m not having second thoughts.”
“You should.”
“Are you trying to scare me?” I ask as I walk up to him.
