Carolyn pushed away from him and put distance between them.
The rain was really coming down and the movie was a total blur. But the voices coming from the speaker were rife with anger.
That’s when he understood the anger in the air wasn’t only from the movie effects or the humidity. She was mad.
Which meant she was really mad because he’d learned one thing about her in the times they’d spent together; she didn’t have time for games. She wasn’t playing at being mad.
“You gonna tell me what’s got you huffing like an angry bull?”
Comparing her to livestock? Didn’t think you were that dumb.
“Your expectations of how sex with me is going to play out—candlelight, flowers, chocolates and the release of beribboned doves at the moment of breaching my maidenhead—are not mine.”
Christ. He hadn’t thought she could be sarcastic either. Once she sank her teeth into something she wouldn’t let it go.
“I thought you were different.”
“Carolyn—”
“You look at me but you don’t see me. You see what you want to see. You are like everyone else in my life who thinks it’s their job to make decisions for me and what I want.”
“Because I wouldn’t fuck you, I’m an asshole?”
“No. I didn’t ask you to have sex with me. But even if I had? You are dismissing what I want and how I feel.”
Sadness filled her face and it hit him as hard as a punch in the nuts.
“Take me back to my car.”
“We can talk—”
“No. It’s not like we can watch the movie.”
Fuck. Rather than try to climb over her into the driver’s side, he jumped into the downpour and skirted the front end. Then getting in he almost sat on his hat. In trying to avoid that, he slammed his groin into the steering wheel.
“Motherfucking-cocksucking-son-of-a-fucking-bitch.” He breathed through the excruciating pain—he’d never racked himself with a hard on before—and hoped he didn’t pass out. He chanced a look at her.
She didn’t even have that pursed set to her mouth when he cussed. She didn’t snap, “Language,” at him.
The windshield wipers slapped angrily as he pulled out of the parking lot onto the road. “This is not how I wanted the night to end.”
“Just drive.”
The air in the cab on the drive back to her car was hot and sticky—but that wasn’t what made it uncomfortable.
Carolyn hadn’t looked at him even one time. She’d just retreated. Hands folded in her lap, her gaze aimed out the window. Not that she could see anything through the fog on the inside and the driving rain surrounding them, but she pretended she could.
He hated dropping her off in the middle of nowhere, wishing instead he could pull up to her house, walk her to the door and give her a goodnight kiss. Yeah, like a normal date. Didn’t most women want that?
So why the hell was this beautiful, sweet, pure woman so eager to give her virginity to a man like him?
Maybe for that reason.
Carson remembered from talking to the women who’d shared his bed that their initiation into sex left a lot to be desired. His first time at age fifteen hadn’t lasted long at all. His partner, a twenty-year-old teacher’s assistant, had lectured him on making sure the women he bedded had as much fun as he did. She’d taught him a lot.
And it wasn’t as if he wasn’t fucking dying to get his hands on her, his mouth on her and his dick in her. He just didn’t want it to happen in a car or a truck. Carolyn deserved all that romancing stuff women loved.
He’d make it up to her. He’d take her out for supper tomorrow night. Then back to his place where he could get her completely nekkid and feast on her. Touch her, kiss her, taste her and show her how good it could be when he took his time.
Now that he had a plan, she couldn’t argue he wasn’t taking into consideration what she wanted.
Carson pulled alongside her car, put his truck in park and shut it off before he faced her. “Sorry that we ended up at cross purposes tonight.”
Carolyn laughed cynically. “That’s one way of putting it.”
“How would you have put it?”
“You got your way. And whatever—” she gestured wildly, “—attraction you have for me is no match for your resolve to get your way.”
“What the hell am I supposed to say to that, Caro?”
“Nothing. Goodbye.” Carolyn bailed out of the truck.
Goodbye? Not goodnight? “Oh no. Oh hell no.” Carson jumped out and caught her just as she started to unlock her car door. “You don’t get to—”
Carolyn turned and shoved at him. “Leave me alone. I refuse to stand in the rain and argue with you.”