Page 11 of Clueless
“Good.”
“Again, why do you care?”I sipped my beer, wondering if we were going to do this dance all night.
“Because a woman like you should never have to fake it.”
I grinned, slipping my phone in my purse.“I’ll tell him you said so.”
“Yeah, and tell him you met someone else.”He leaned in, reaching for my hand across the table while his eyes locked on mine.“Someone who doesn’t leave you guessing what it feels to be with a real man.”
My gaze slid to his lips and I was dying to know how he kissed.
“Tell him this guy you met,” he whispered.“Knows how to make you crazy.How to pleasure you?—”
“Can I get you guys anything else?”
Really?I shot daggers at our waitress as Taz released my hand, winking at me.
“No, I think we’re good, thanks.”He tossed two twenties on the table, and slid my bill back to me.“You ready to get out of here?”
I nodded, wondering whether we were really going to do this crazy thing.
ChapterFour
Taz
I was slowly losing my mind.It started with a kiss in her elevator, continued when she taunted me with the sway of her hips all the way down the hall to her apartment, and ended when she locked the door, pressing her sweet soft body into my rock-hard erection.
Sliding her hand under my t-shirt, she whispered, “You cannot have cut abs.That wouldn’t be fair.”
I chuckled as I glided my hand over her tight little ass.“Got into the habit of working out in prison and it kinda stuck with me.”I kept waiting for her to ask me why I’d done time, but she didn’t seem to care.
Maybe she’d taken me at my word, and assumed I was only good for one night.But could I let her go after one night?I had no choice.I was beer and wings.She was champagne and caviar.She didn’t belong in my world any more than I belonged in hers.
“Get out of your head, Taz.”
I didn’t need to ask how she knew I was overthinking things.What the hell was I thinking,sleepingwith a therapist?
“May need you to help me with that,” I whispered, kissing her neck.“’Cause I’m still wondering what the hell a girl like you is doing with a loser like?—”
She cut me off with a passionate kiss, before curling her hand around the back of my neck as she drew me in with those aqua blue eyes.“You don’t get to talk shit about yourself on my watch.”
Grace took a step back and slowly stripped her clothes off, with her eyes locked on me.She knew what she was doing to me.How crazy she was making me.I’d had sex dozens of times since being released from prison, but no woman had ever turned me on like this.Hell, no woman in my life had ever done to me what she was doing.
My reaction to her was visceral, like somehow this girl walked into my life for a reason.
She grabbed my hand and walked backwards down a narrow hallway.There were two half-closed doors and she inched one of them open with her backside while smiling at me.
My eyes were trailing all over her body.She had curves for days.Full breasts and hips.Small waist.Faint tan lines from a bikini that must have come with a warning label.
She stopped at the edge of a queen-sized bed covered in white with way too many frilly pillows.There was a small silver lamp filtering light from a bedside table, other than that, the room was all darkness and shadows.Just the way I liked it.
Grace tugged my t-shirt over my head before running her hand over the ink on my chest.It was a heart with a name banner.“Ex girlfriend or wife?”
“My daughter.”When her eyes widened in surprise, I added, “She’s sixteen.Wants nothing to do with me, but I keep hoping.”
Her smile was sad when she said, “At least you’re trying.That’s a lot more than I can say for my dad.He never even tried.”
Suddenly, I didn’t see the smart, competent professional who had it all together.When she talked about her old man, she was reduced to a sad girl who didn’t get the love she craved growing up.Maybe we all had our scars; some people just hid theirs better than I did.
