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We stood in the driveway for a second, eyes locked on one another, the air between us thickening.
“You should probably be getting back to your friends.”
“Yeah.” I didn’t move.
“And I should probably be getting inside,” she said. She didn’t move either.
I figured one of us should say something. And it shouldn’t be me. Because the next thing out of my mouth was going to be totally stupid.
“I tried your candy,” I blurted out.
“Huh?”
“The orange Sour Patch Kids and sharp cheese thing,” I explained. “You were right. It was really good. The orange ones, anyway. The cherry ones were okay and the blue raspberry was… ehh. But the lemon and lime ones were gross. You were right about that too. Probably something about citrus and cheese—”
“I think we should sleep together,” she said, suddenly. She blinked a few times, like she was surprised she said that.
“What?”
I heard her. I just wanted to make sure she heard herself.
“I think we should sleep together,” she repeated. “I mean, you said it yourself. You’re a good time. You’re not a relationship guy. You’re not someone who gets emotional about the women he’s with. Right?”
I nodded.
“That’s kind of… perfect for me. I mean, I’m not ready for another relationship. And when I am, it’s going to be with someone who’s… I don’t know how to say this…”
I did. Someone more mature. More responsible. Not a fuckboy.
“A partner to me and a father figure to my son,” she finally said.
“I get that.”
That sounded reasonable. Most people in her situation would probably want someone like that. Someone stable. A family man.
“I’m clearly not ready to get back out there and date again,” she stated, firmly. “I think tonight proved that. And I’m not ready for strong feelings. Or dealing with how this is going to affect Rex, but… maybe I’m just down for a good time. Maybe that’s all I want.”
“Zoe, are you saying what—”
“I’m saying… let’s go inside.”
She took my hands and walked me to my front door. I followed her willingly. I felt like I was floating, watching her long strawberry blonde hair spill down her back and flutter behind her. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to see it splayed out behind her on my pillow. Or tangled in my fingers as I tugged it.
She waited as I opened my front door, fumbling with my keys, hands actually shaking. I finally got the door open and showed her inside. She took my hand again.
“Do you want a drink, or—”
Her lips were on mine. Despite her confidence, her kiss was hesitant. Like she was giving me a moment to come to my senses and change my mind.
No way in hell was that happening. I had one night with Zoe Laster, and I was going to make it memorable. I was going to give in to every dirty fantasy I’d had about this woman since the day she moved in. And I was sure as hell going to make up for her lame date tonight.
I took her face in my hands and kissed her harder, my whole body thrumming as I backed her against the wall. I felt her heart race. I pinned her hips with mine. Pressed my chest to hers. Kissed her like I was trying to consume her.
She gasped and I deepened the kiss. She parted her lips. I swallowed her moan. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and ran hers alongside it. I swear, my knees almost went out.
“Carter…” she whispered.
I let my hands travel down her sides, over the silky fabric of her little dress. I found the zipper on the side and I itched to tug it down, but I didn’t. Not yet. I kissed her cheek. Her jaw. I trailed my lips down her neck, finding the spot on her throat that made her shiver.
