Page 17 of Unsteady: How to Fail at Flirting
The little worry lines in her forehead relax just before she lets go. Her body stiffens, and her mouth goes slack as all the tension leaves her.
Watching her, helping her get there. It’s not what I expected to be doing today.
But I’m damn happy about it.
I kiss her again, softly this time, holding on to her as she trembles through the waves of her orgasm.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her mouth. “Fucking mine.”
Skylar’s face changes when I say that. Something has made her check out.
I ask, “You good?”
She doesn’t answer but reaches for my cock. I gently push her hands away. Not like this. Not if she doesn’t want to.
“Where’d you go just now?”
“Huh?”
“In your head. Did I say something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “Don’t be silly.”
Her hand reaches for my waistband again, but I circle my hand around her wrist, softly.
“Sweetheart. Talk to me.”
“Don’t you want me to get you off?” A sly smile returns to that beautiful face, but something is wrong.
That’s the last thing I need if she’s not into it. She can lick her lips and give me all the flirty looks, but I do not want anyone going through the motions.
“Another time. We’re losing daylight, and I need to get some work done before I get carried away,” I tell her.
She blinks rapidly as I kiss her mouth one more time, unsure if I’ve screwed this up completely.
“Oh. Work. Right.”
We give each other a minute to catch our breath, and I stand guard as she pulls her jeans back up and zips them.
Skylar straightens her hair.
“Have dinner with me tonight?” I ask.
She looks like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh.”
“To be clear, I’m asking you on a date,” I say.
Skylar hesitates, and I don’t push the matter any further.
Turning away, I walk to the workbench and pull on my shirt. I’m thankful for the task of buttoning my shirt so she doesn’t see my reaction when she replies, “I don’t think that’s the best idea.”
“Sure. You and I should be professional partners.”
She sighs. “I’m so relieved you see it that way.”
I pick up the board I was working on before and set it on the table saw. “Want me to show you how to make a shelf?”
Skylar beams at me. “Absolutely.”
