“True.”
“So, back to the question. What, exactly, don’t you think you’re good at?”
“Spontaneous, casual sex.”
The directness caught him off guard, though why, he had no idea. She certainly hadn’t played coy up till now. Maybe it was hearing her acknowledge, out loud, that she knew where this was heading, expecting it to, in fact, that jacked his body-and his mind-to an instant fever pitch.
“You look disbelieving, but you don’t know. I mean, we’re standing here, you half naked, us touching each other, chemistry off the charts, at least from where I’m standing. And for the past fifteen minutes, all we’ve done is talk.”
He didn’t tell her that the disbelief wasn’t about her supposed lack of seduction skills. She had him right where she wanted him. If where she wanted him was all the way naked and buried deep inside of her, anyway. “The most direct things come out of that oh-so-classically shaped mouth.”
“I learned the hard way to just say what you mean and state what it is you want. I could have saved myself a lot of grief if I’d stood up for myself as fiercely as I stood up for my job.”
“Direct has its virtues, most definitely. It’s a large part of why I’m standing here, half naked, with my hands all over you.”
Her lips quirked then and the most mischievous, tantalizing light kindled to life in those heretofore soft gray eyes. “Not exactly all over.”
His grin was slow, and he thoroughly enjoyed watching what it did to her expression. “Just wait.”
“I think I’ve been very patient.”
“With me?”
“With life.”
“So, what, you’ve been waiting for someone to come along and seduce you?”
“The lack of snow has thinned the herd a bit.”
It shouldn’t bother him, her talking about herds. Herds consisting of other men. Standing where he was standing, touching what he was touching. And it didn’t. Not specifically. As long as there weren’t any currently waiting in line for their turn, what did he care?
More than he should, was the answer. At least if the way his hands reflexively tightened on her hips meant anything. Which was ridiculous. Not to mention foolish.
“And then I come along.”
Now her fingers tightened a little, pressing her blunt nails into his shoulders. “That you did.”
“And, prior to that, you’d decided that spontaneous sex would be the rule, not the exception, even if it meant accepting the advances of one of your guests.”
“Well, given the thin herd and all,” she said wryly. “Sometimes, rules have to be adjusted.”
“So…where’s the glitch?”
“Well, we’re not having sex, for one thing. And at this point, even if you do get me naked on any of the beds in this establishment, we can’t exactly call it spontaneous.”
“And this would be a deal breaker? I’m confused.”
“No. But…clearly, I’m not good at it. Talking about it. Thinking about it. Wanting to have it. All those things I obviously excel at.”
His lips curved. “Thinking about it,” he repeated. “With me?”
“Endlessly.”
His body leapt. He wanted to roar. “See? You blush one second, and then say the damndest things the next.”
“Talking about it. Check.”
“You know,” he said, slowly backing her up against the cabinet. “You’re not the only one stalling. With the talking.”
“Stalling. Is that what we’re doing? Or trying to talk ourselves out of it?”
He pressed his hips a little closer. “I’m not interested in stopping.”
“So…why the stall? I know why I’m doing it.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m all talk, scared a little more about the action. This kind of action. Okay, maybe more than a little.”
“Why?”
“The after-the-action part. Like I said. You?”
“I wanted it to be spontaneous sex. Maybe lose myself in the physical, dodge the mental for a little bit. I don’t know. We’re both consenting adults, so what’s the problem, right?”
“Exactly. So…?”
“So…I don’t do spontaneous, either. Apparently.”
“Which leaves us where? Exactly?”
He grinned and reached up to touch her face. It was so smoothly defined, so elegantly shaped. He touched her bottom lip, felt her sigh more than heard it. “Overcoming our fears?”
“Bold plan.”
“Wouldn’t be the first one I’ve made.”
“Success rate?”
“Enough to be wary, but relatively confident.”
“Are you always wary?”
“Depends on the stakes.”
“And these?”
“Higher than I thought they’d be.”
Kirby’s eyebrows lifted. “Now who’s being direct?”
“Bold plans sometimes require bold moves.”
“Somehow, despite the quiet demeanor, I’m not getting much of a shy or retiring vibe from you.”
“I’m more of both than you might think. Certainly than most people think.”
“And why is that?”
Brett didn’t answer right away. Wasn’t sure how to answer. He had no problem telling her who he was, what he did, what he’d come from, why he was confused about whether to go back. In fact, he’d bet against the house that her responses would be open, honest, insightful, and without an ulterior agenda. Maybe he shouldn’t be trying to get her into bed so much as fixing her a cup of coffee and inviting her to sit a spell. He wondered if sleeping with her would change that ulterior agenda thing.
On the one hand, it was a good bet to take. What he’d learned of Kirby Farrell so far didn’t lead him to believe she was ever anything but open and honest. Maybe to a fault, but it was refreshing enough that he found it more flattering than flaw.
On the other hand, once she knew more, that would influence her. It always did. She was direct, but some things were hard not to judge or be influenced by.
“I’m going to ask you something,” he said. “Something I really don’t have a right to ask, but I’m asking anyway.”
“Go on.”
“At some point, I’ll answer any questions you have. If you still want to ask them. But…for now, I’m more interested in what you think than what anybody else thinks.”
“About?”
“Me.”
“Okay. So…what about you?”
“Nothing nefarious, I assure you. Just…get to know me. Form your own opinions based on what you come to know.”
“Isn’t that what I’ve been doing?”
He nodded. “I’d just…like to keep it that way. A little longer.”
“Okay,” she responded easily. “Can I ask why?”
“Because it matters to me.”
