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Jameson rubs his hand over his jaw, against the thick line of dark stubble there. “Been a long time since I’ve been shaving, babe.”
Faking a confused expression, I narrow my eyes at him. “Has it?”
“You’re looking real pretty tonight, Lemon. Your tits look great in that dress.” Jameson’s deep voice is low and husky as he leans in close to whisper to me.
Am I going to try to figure out why TumbleWed Mike complimenting my boobs made me cringe, but when Jameson does it, I have to press my thighs together to stop the pounding between them? No, because there’s no answer to that question that I’m interested in hearing.
Jameson’s just being a shit-disturber hitting on me like this. We’ve known each other our whole lives, and we just don’t think of each other like that. We wouldn’t even if he was age-appropriate. Which he’s definitely not. He’s a twenty-six-year-old boy. I’m a thirty-two-year-old woman. Yes, he’s handsome and all grown up now. But he’s Jameson. And he’s way too young for me to even be thinking he’s hot.
But if he wants to act like a fool tonight, I’m going to teach him a lesson. Two can play at this game, and I’m going to have this boy running all the way back home to Western Springs to get away from me.
Reaching up, I push the hair back from his forehead and then run my fingers along his jaw. “You’re looking real handsome tonight, Jameson.”
He knocks back a pull on his bottle. His Adam’s apple works hard as he swallows, staring down at me. “You think so?”
“Yeah, baby.” I press my fingers against his chest and then drag them down to rest on his big silver belt buckle with a W for Waters on it. “You’re looking real good tonight, kid.”
chapter four
lily
“If you’re trying to take me home tonight, you don’t have to work this hard. Just say the word, Lemon.” Jameson jerks his chin at me before taking another long pull of his beer.
“You’re such a child!” I tell him with a laugh, carefully removing my hand from his belt. So much for sending him running back to Western Springs with his tail between his legs. Damnit, I don’t want to know anything about what Jameson Waters has between his legs.
I flex my hand to release the tension trapped in my fingers from pressing against the hard line of his stomach before pushing my hand down safely onto my lap.
“You won’t be calling me a child when your little cowboy boots are over my shoulders and my head’s between your thighs, babe.”
“Oh, my god! Shut up!”
My eyes are wide. My mouth is open. What is going on here? Why does it feel like Jameson has the upper hand? And how the hell did he get it?
“Why don’t you put something in my mouth and make me?”
“Don’t say things you can’t take back, kid.”
He shakes his head slowly at me. “I don’t want to take it back. What I want is to make you come, screaming my name.”
When my breath catches, Jameson leans in closer. He stares right at me, studying my face. He should be staring at my thighs instead, clenched together like I can trap his sexy words between them.
He nods slowly before a smug smile pulls across his lips. “You want to fuck me too, don’t you?”
“I’m not having sex with you, kid.”
“Come on, what do you say I take you home tonight, babe?”
“Be careful what you wish for. I’m just tipsy enough to make some bad decisions with you.”
“What’s the capital of Australia?”
“Canberra.”
“It’s not Sydney?”
“No, it’s Canberra.”
“Alright, I’m gonna let that one slide. What’s eight times four?”
