I wait for her to bolt.
She doesn’t move a muscle.
Instead she gets a thoughtful, faraway look on her face. “I hadn’t thought of it like that.”
To my horror, she stands, saunters over, working her hips in a seductive, albeit wobbly, sway. It shouldn’t be sexy. Shouldn’t make me hard. And it sure as hell shouldn’t give me thoughts about dragging her to the floor.
The should nots of the situation don’t seem to matter because, god help me, I want her. And I need every ounce of restraint I possess not to act.
She stops in front of me, smiles all lopsided and adorable. “You can see I need a teacher. And who better to ask than a trustworthy neighbor? I promise I’m a fast learner.”
I just bet.
This wasn’t working at all. Instead of scaring her away, she’s seducing me. I need to get back in control. I clear my throat. “You’d be better off starting with someone a little more low-key.”
She leans down, catching my gaze. “I don’t want low-key, that’s why I came here.”
My attention snags on her breasts, spilling out of her top. She’s not wearing a bra. I can almost taste her nipples.
Goddamn emboldened drunk girls.
I tear my gaze away.
Get back on track.
I give her an evil grin. “The thing is, Abby, I like things hard and rough, while you are sweet and soft.”
“I’ve never had hard and rough.” She drops to her knees.
Shit.
She licks her lips and whispers, “I want it.”
I need her gone. Immediately!
I’m thirty seconds away from doing something really stupid.
I think fast, my mind filling with all the filthy things I could do to her.
I touch her cheek. A mistake. Her skin is soft, too soft. I wonder how it would look flushed from orgasms.
Some semblance of sanity prevails and before I can kiss her, I come up with a compromise. “I’ll tell you what. You go home and think this through. Tomorrow, after the margaritas have worn off, if you still feel the same way, you let me know.” She’ll be happy tomorrow. That much I’m sure of. Doing the right thing doesn’t ease the ache of my hard-on, but at least it’s some consolation.
“And then what?” she asks with breathless anticipation.
Because this will never happen again, I give in, just a little. Just to feel the heat of her. So I can remember it later. In bed. Alone.
I lean in close so our mouths are barely touching, and make her a promise I’ll never have to keep. “I’ll fuck you as hard and as rough as you can take it.”