“Let’s get out of here.”
“Oh, one more song?” she pleaded.
What the hell? His dick was ready to punch through his jeans, and she wanted to listen to another song. “I think we really need to go. Come on. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Oh, okay. Let me grab my purse. Did you know I got this purse from eBay for fifteen dollars! Can you believe it?”
Sean slid out of the booth and reached down to help her from tumbling off the bench. She was lit. Now his dick wondered if it was really a good idea to take advantage of a drunk woman. It decided hell yes; however, his conscience decided quite differently. “No, fifteen, really?” He slid his arm around her waist, pretending it was to keep her from falling. The warm curves nestled against his side, fitting perfectly. He knew she would. All soft woman against his hard body.
“Yup, fifteen. And…” she said while riffling through the gold bag. “Where’s my damn keys?”
“No keys, baby.” Don’t call her that. “I’m taking you home. You can’t drive.”
“But, my Bug. I parked outside. I can drive you home. Thomas said I can maybe get a new car next year.”
The name of another man on her lips made him want to punch something. “Thomas?”
Their feet crunched the gravel in the parking lot. “Uh-huh, he’s my accountant. He drives an old Mercedes, and I’m still driving my Bug. Doesn’t that sound fishy to you? Fish like in Jenny’s tank! That fishy surfer went to Aruba this year! Seanathan, it’s scary when you don’t know business. I know sex, porn, but numbers and tiles…I mean, columns, nope. I’m so stupid!”
Sean tugged her closer while he unlocked his truck. “You’re not stupid. Account analysis can be confusing if you don’t know what you’re looking at.”
“You could help me! You can fuck for me and look at my books.”
“Fuck for you?” He helped her step up into the cab. He didn’t mean for her to go in knees first, but the maneuver put her ass right at his crotch, and he couldn’t fight the urge to grab her hips. The full flesh fit perfectly in his grip as he pulled her against the front of his jeans.
“Oh! Oh…that’s feels really good. Do it again.”
He leaned down to cover her back with his chest. Her ass cradled farther into his waist.
“Do you want me to fuck for you, Abigail?” He pushed against her ass. “Do you?” What the fuck was he doing? Women came on to him, not the other way around.
“Yes, oh Sean, yes. I want you to fuck for me.”
He leaned down and nestled his nose in the side of her neck. “God, baby, you smell so good.”
“S-Sean, yes. I dream about you. I-I…you help me fall asleep.”
Fall asleep? That didn’t sound like the turn-on he was hoping for. “Come on. Hop the rest of the way in.” He gave her a gentle shove, and she crawled the rest of the way into the cab. He tugged the seat belt over her breasts and buckled her in. As his hand slid back, she grabbed it and cupped her breasts. Surprised by the gesture, he couldn’t resist and copped a quick feel.
“Do you like ’em?”
She was being serious. There was no fake, sexy moan, no pornographic words to try to tempt him, just blatant honesty. God, he liked this woman. “Yes.”
Her sweet smile lit up the dim parking lot. “I like your muscles.”
That made him smile. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
He climbed into the driver’s side of the cab. Before he pulled out of the small parking lot, he could hear the gentle snores coming from the passenger seat. He had a hard time focusing on the road as he slipped his hand over the small hand resting on the worn seat. The truck passed from one shadowed street lamp to the next. Abigail slept hard. He glanced over time and time again to watch her angelic face snoozing beside him. She was truly beautiful. He reached over to run his thumb along her soft cheek. She didn’t budge. Forcing his thoughts back to the road, he let her sleep off the rest of the booze as he drove to the warehouse.
Chapter Six
Abigail flinched when she heard her apartment door shut. Her head felt fuzzy, and her mouth had apparently been stuffed with cotton. “I’m home?”
“Yes.” The deep voice drifted through her ears. It was a warm blanket, a safe nook in her world. She wrapped her arms around her waist to pretend the arms were his, her tough guy’s.
She spun around. Bad idea—the room swirled with her. “The lights are on.”
“Ron told me to turn them on before you walked in. I locked the door too. I’ll help you get into bed and then go.”