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My mouth all of a sudden felt dryer than the Sahara desert. He wasn’t in it anymore. He was done with deployments and wars.
That should have filled me with some kind of solace, but for some reason, it only seemed to terrify me more.
He wasn’t off-limits like I thought. Or maybe he was because I shouldn’t have been this thrilled at the prospect. It was a scary thing, liking someone too much for your own good.
And despite everything, I felt like I liked this weird, grumbly, too brash, stalking man.
“How’d you find out my name?” I was curious. I shouldn’t have been. I should have cut his hair and let him walk the hell out of here.
This time he almost did smile. “I looked through your little purse while you were snoring on my couch.”
Oh. My. God. He’d known it all this time. Since the first night and he’d never even told me. He’d let me ride home in that strange Uber when he’d already known my full name and address. I really did want to stab his nosey ass.
Instead, I ran a hand through the top of his long salt-and-pepper hair and gave it a trim. “I do not snore,” I ground out.
“Okay, Slugger. Whatever you say.” He was back to mister nonchalance now.
I cut his hair in silence and he closed his eyes as I moved around him, running my hands through it entirely more than I needed to, but I couldn’t help myself.
That seemed to be the running theme with Weston Reeves. I just couldn’t help myself.
The only coworker left with me for the night came out of the backroom with her purse just as I was using the hair dryer to blow the back of Weston’s neck.
“You good to shut down? I’ll lock up behind me,” she asked.
I nodded and waved her on before coming to stand in front of Weston, making sure his short sideburns were even.
“I want you in my bed.”
My eyes shot to his, but he was too busy perusing the length of my body with hot eyes to notice my shock.
“Tonight,” he finished, his eyes finally landing on mine.
I stepped behind him because for some reason, I couldn’t look at him and tell him no.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said, removing the cape from around his neck, wanting to put my mouth there. Wanting to taste him the way he’d tasted me.
I shook out the cape and turned to put it away, but I was snatched back and onto a big hard lap, strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me in place.
“Why not?” he asked. He used his fingers to tip my head up and toward him and I felt hot all over. I wanted to turn and straddle him. What was it about this man that made me want to break all my rules?
“It’s just a bad idea,” I muttered to the front of his chest.
When our gazes finally met, he asked, “You know what this is?”
Confused, I shook my head. “What what is?”
“This. Us. Just having fun. Friends.”
“Oh,” I breathed. Yes, us just having fun. Hooking up. Friends with benefits. Unbelievable sex and the occasional argument. Us. “Yes,” I breathed, his addictive mouth too close to mine for comfort.
My eyes dipped to that mouth and he didn’t waste a second. His lips found mine, soft and sweet, nibbling and tasting as his fingers found the back of my head.
“Then what’s the problem?” he asked against my mouth, dipping his tongue inside with a groan.
There wasn’t a problem, I rationalized. He was retired from the military. Besides, I wasn’t giving him my heart. I was giving him my body. And he felt so good.
I could do fun. I’d never done it before in my life, but, hell, so far it had been good. Better than good really.
