What a sassy little girl. Do you have any idea what happens to sassy girls?
He waited, wiping his palm on his jeans, his other hand shaking. How the fuck had this little imp gotten under his skin? He wanted her so badly he was chomping at the bit.
Finally, a response.
No… But I’m sure you’ll inform me.
He smiled again as he typed.
Count on it. I’ll demonstrate in fact. With my palm. Tonight. I’ll text you my address. Be here at seven.
He knew he was being presumptuous. He also gambled that she would not turn him down. He’d bet his last dollar she would rearrange any plans she might have had to get to him.
Cocky. What if I’m not available tonight?
Make yourself available. Seven. Sharp. See you then. Oh, and baby girl, if you wear panties to my house, you won’t see them again.
He followed that text with his address, guessing she wouldn’t respond.
She didn’t.
Now he just needed to occupy his time for the next seven hours so he wouldn’t lose his mind waiting for Libby to arrive.
Chapter 7
What the hell was she thinking? Libby was decidedly out of her mind. Showing up at Jason’s door this evening had to have been the most hairbrained idea of her life.
Sure, she’d had a one-night stand. Yes, it had been the best sex of her life, hands down. Yes, she realized she would never experience anything even close to that again. Still…returning for more was ludicrous. She already knew based on her reaction to Jason the night in his hotel room and last night outside the bar that she would melt the moment he opened the door. He brought out something in her she hadn’t known existed. It both scared her and exhilarated her.
She stood on his front porch for several moments, wringing her hands together while she stared at the door. She was still working up the nerve to knock when the door opened. Of course. He easily could have seen or heard her pull into his driveway and exit her Honda.
She sucked in a breath at his appearance. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of jeans. No shirt. No shoes. No socks. Just the jeans. Her mouth watered, and she licked her lips.
He leaned his shoulder against the door frame and crossed his arms loosely, smirking. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to knock or just stand out here.”
“Sorry. I was working up to it.” Her gaze roamed to his chest. His damn fine chest. He was living sculpture with muscles upon muscles. She wanted to flatten her palms on his pecs. Hell, she wanted to drag her tongue across them.
“Are you afraid of me?”
She jerked her gaze upward and shook her head. “No. I’m afraid of me.” That was the truth. For some reason she trusted him. Maybe because he’d given her no indication he would harm her or anyone. Maybe because Destiny knew him, and surely Trent wouldn’t let a friend of his wife get involved with a known ax murderer.
He smiled. “I can work with that.” And then he held out a hand, giving her the power to choose to take it or not.
She took a deep breath and then reached out and set her much smaller hand in his.
“That’s my girl.” He pulled her against him, trapping her palm against his chest while his free hand threaded in her hair and tugged hard enough to get her to tip her head back. “That denim has to be chafing against your clit, little one.”
She stopped breathing. It was. But the fact that it was the first thing he pointed out was shocking. “Yes.”
“Do you like that? Did you get off from it?”
She squirmed as much as she could in his firm grip. They were still standing in the open doorway, and she wondered when he might back up and invite her inside. A tiny voice in the back of her head warned her that a neighbor might be watching this interaction. Though really, to a distant eye it would just look like two lovers drawn into an embrace.
“No.” She hadn’t. She had considered it, but she hadn’t touched herself all day either. She’d wanted to let the arousal build before she got here.
He lifted a brow. “Impressive. Did you masturbate today?”
“No.” She felt her face heat.
“Last night?”
“Yes.” That one word was breathy. “Twice.” No sense lying to him. He’d insisted she not have sex with Eddie—and there had never been any chance of that happening—but he hadn’t said a word about masturbating.
He tipped her chin back farther and gently kissed her lips before stepping back just enough to shut the door. Before she had a chance to look around, he flattened her to the door and cupped her face, blocking her view of the inside of his home. “Did you let Eddie touch you?”
Ah. So he intended to continue this line of questioning.
She shuddered at the thought. “No. And I wouldn’t have, even if I hadn’t run into you. I wasn’t into him.”
“Why were you out with him?”
“My mother set me up,” she confessed.
“Your mom?” His eyes crinkled with humor.
“Yeah. Long story.”
“Can’t wait to hear it. But back to your hot body. Did you get yourself off with your fingers or did you use a toy?”
She swallowed. He was demanding such personal information from her. And she felt compelled to answer every question. “A vibrator. I’ve never been able to come without a vibrator.”
He lifted a brow. “You came with me after the wedding. I didn’t use a vibrator.”
She stared at him.
Both brows lifted. “Have you never orgasmed with a man?”
She shook her head. “You’re about to go all kinds of cocky on me now, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Hell, yes.” He smiled as he released her hand and slid his fingers up to touch her chin.
She flattened her palm on his chest and enjoyed
