I stared up at him, wondering how the heck he’d manipulated me so easily into going out with him again. I also knew there was something I was supposed to do but I couldn’t wrap my brain around anything but wanting to kiss him again, so I tiptoed up and touched his mouth with my lips. “Thank you.”
“Go,” he said when I went flat-footed and nodded toward my door.
Normally, his bossiness would’ve made me balk but I only remarked, “Okay. ‘Night,” and went inside, giving him a shy smile as I kept looking at him, moving my head with the door as I slowly closed it then locked it.
I walked to my room with what was probably a goofy smile and plopped down on my bed, my head hitting the pillow as I let out a dreamy sigh.
Loch Powers was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. Holy hell, I could so easily fall for him. Goofy smile number two flashed across my face as I thought about how sweet he was.
It wasn’t when I got up and put on my pjs, brushed my teeth, made my way back to my room and with another winsome sigh landed on my bed thinking that falling for someone was always the best part of a relationship that I got my head straight. Nope, it was just as I closed my eyes that I realized I’d totally blown Triple C and the end game of telling Loch we were over.
My eyes flew open and I cringed.
Shit.
Confession Number Six
As I lay there berating myself, my phone buzzed but when I saw it was Loch I grinned like a flippin’ schoolgirl.
What was wrong with me?
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:39 a.m.
Assface: I miss your lips…
But, oh, my God, how sweet was that? I immediately went about changing his name in my phone because “Assface” just wasn’t appropriate anymore. Then my brain started making rationalizations about the whole situation. We were attracted to each other. People who were attracted to each other did things together all the time. What harm would it be if I saw him again?
Okay. New decision. I’d go out with him one more time then I’d break things off with him. I could handle that, right? So feeling all giddy inside at this new resolution, I proceeded to answer him.
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:39 a.m.
Me: Would it help if I told you I feel the same?
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:40 a.m.
Loch: Helps but doesn’t solve anything ;)
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:40 a.m.
Me: lol true
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:40 a.m.
Loch: So, tomorrow…
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:40 a.m.
Me: Yes?
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:41 a.m.
Loch: How about Movie Night at my place?
Another thrill ran through my body making me shiver at the thought of seeing him again. The dip in my womb let me know that I couldn’t wait to have his lips on mine again. Oh man. I was in serious trouble.
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:41 a.m.
Me: I’d like that a lot : )
Can you tell I was so concerned about the trouble I was in?
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:41 a.m.
Loch: Pick you up at 9:30?
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:42 a.m.
Me: If you give me directions to your place, I can just drive there after work
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:42 a.m.
Loch: I can do that, baby
And him calling me baby? Holy crap. That was so hot too!
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:42 a.m.
Me: Okay : )
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:42 a.m.
Loch: Can I ask you something?
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:42 a.m.
Me: Sure
I sat up quickly waiting to see what he’d text, my stomach in knots knowing that when he’d gotten home Ryker had probably told him he knew who I was. Shit!
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:43 a.m.
Loch: What’re you wearing?
The mother of all exhalations left my body and I fell back onto my bed. Frack!
How did spies and double agents do this crap, being all duplicitous and stuff because I seriously sucked at it. I breathed more easily as I replied, relieved that Ryker hadn’t spilled the beans but still feeling bad about the dilemma I was in.
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:43 a.m.
Me: Guys are such visual creatures… or is perv the word I’m looking for?
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:43 a.m.
Loch: Baby, you can call me whatever you want, I just wanna know what you’ve got on
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:43 a.m.
Me: Why?
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:43 a.m.
Loch: So when I jack off to thoughts of you here in a minute it’ll help me see you better
Oh, my damn! Another womb dip slammed me as my breath caught.
Holy gah!
Well, obviously I wasn’t feeling too bad about the way the evening had turned out. Man, I was one sick and twisted woman.
Text Message—Sat, Aug. 16, 12:44 a.m.
Me: Loch…