you shouldn’t. She waved and he waved back. She just barely made out a frown on his face and she wondered about that. As she went through her nightly ritual: pajamas, face washing, hair and teeth brushing,
a
book
and
bed,
Sarah
contemplated how messed up her life had gotten in such a short amount of time.
Oh, certainly she’d convinced herself that she’d only wanted to experience pleasure. That if she wasn’t ever going to get a chance to have a husband and children and everlasting love, at least she could experience a little bit of stimulating, mind-numbing, sexual gratification at a man’s very capable hands. But she’d been lying to herself the entire time.
It was reality time now, and the dead truth was she’d been half gooey-eyed over Greg from the minute he’d moved in. He’d been unloading a pickup truck full of furniture and she’d gotten her first real glimpse of a sweaty, hunky male body.
He’d been shirtless and his torso had glistened in the hot summer sun. Now that she’d had a taste of that body up close and personal, she wasn’t sure any other male would ever compare. He’d spoiled her for sure. She was ruined, and the sick thing about it was that, if he did call her tomorrow, she’d probably pounce on the phone. She was beyond caring about dignity.
Sarah sighed and got into bed, trying very hard to read the pages of her latest thriller, but as she read the same gory knife-killing scene three times, she decided it wasn’t working. She got up and started for her kitchen, but there was a faint knock on her door, stopping her cold. Who on Earth?
She went to the door, glad she’d locked it.
In her scattered state of mind, she hadn’t remembered doing so.
“Who is it?”
“Sarah, it’s me. Open up.”
“Greg?”
She heard him groan. “You have that many midnight male callers, do you, sweetheart?”
She rolled her eyes at that bit of sarcastic nonsense and unlocked the door.
She wasn’t prepared for the sight of him.
He leaned his broad shoulder against the doorframe and he was still in the low-slung jeans. His dark brown hair was a bedraggled mess, and when she looked down she saw that he was barefoot. She squinted up at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”
He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”
She wasn’t able to either, but she’d bet her reasons were far different from his.
“Oh, would you like to come in?”
“I’d like to have you back in my condo and in my bed where you belong.”
She was lost. “I thought we agreed you’d call me tomorrow- er- well, today I guess it is now.”
He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, drawing her attention to the sprinkling of dark curls. It made her want to step closer and give him a good, long lick. “You agreed, Sarah,” he reminded her. “I just went along because it was clear you weren’t going to change your mind.”
“So, you don’t want to call me then?”
Oh God, it was worse than she’d thought.
He was already dumping her! Couldn’t he have waited until daylight, for crying out loud?
“I’d much rather whisper in your ear,”
he murmured huskily, stepping just an inch closer, “because you’ll be in my bed.” That stunning comment had Sarah’s jaw going slack, but he didn’t give her any time to digest it because he crouched low and lifted her high into his arms.
“Keys?”
“Hanging on the hook,” she stuttered out, not sure what she would do when tomorrow really did come. Tonight she was just glad he wasn’t dumping her. Again with the lack of pride and dignity , she thought with self-depreciation. She ought to tell him no, shove out of his arms and demand he give her some sort of promise towards a future, but she was a coward. She didn’t want to hear him say that it had only been sex.
Greg took the keys and handed them to her. From her all too cozy position against the bunching, muscled plane of Greg’s chest it was amazing she held the keys
a
book
and
bed,
Sarah
contemplated how messed up her life had gotten in such a short amount of time.
Oh, certainly she’d convinced herself that she’d only wanted to experience pleasure. That if she wasn’t ever going to get a chance to have a husband and children and everlasting love, at least she could experience a little bit of stimulating, mind-numbing, sexual gratification at a man’s very capable hands. But she’d been lying to herself the entire time.
It was reality time now, and the dead truth was she’d been half gooey-eyed over Greg from the minute he’d moved in. He’d been unloading a pickup truck full of furniture and she’d gotten her first real glimpse of a sweaty, hunky male body.
He’d been shirtless and his torso had glistened in the hot summer sun. Now that she’d had a taste of that body up close and personal, she wasn’t sure any other male would ever compare. He’d spoiled her for sure. She was ruined, and the sick thing about it was that, if he did call her tomorrow, she’d probably pounce on the phone. She was beyond caring about dignity.
Sarah sighed and got into bed, trying very hard to read the pages of her latest thriller, but as she read the same gory knife-killing scene three times, she decided it wasn’t working. She got up and started for her kitchen, but there was a faint knock on her door, stopping her cold. Who on Earth?
She went to the door, glad she’d locked it.
In her scattered state of mind, she hadn’t remembered doing so.
“Who is it?”
“Sarah, it’s me. Open up.”
“Greg?”
She heard him groan. “You have that many midnight male callers, do you, sweetheart?”
She rolled her eyes at that bit of sarcastic nonsense and unlocked the door.
She wasn’t prepared for the sight of him.
He leaned his broad shoulder against the doorframe and he was still in the low-slung jeans. His dark brown hair was a bedraggled mess, and when she looked down she saw that he was barefoot. She squinted up at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”
He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”
She wasn’t able to either, but she’d bet her reasons were far different from his.
“Oh, would you like to come in?”
“I’d like to have you back in my condo and in my bed where you belong.”
She was lost. “I thought we agreed you’d call me tomorrow- er- well, today I guess it is now.”
He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, drawing her attention to the sprinkling of dark curls. It made her want to step closer and give him a good, long lick. “You agreed, Sarah,” he reminded her. “I just went along because it was clear you weren’t going to change your mind.”
“So, you don’t want to call me then?”
Oh God, it was worse than she’d thought.
He was already dumping her! Couldn’t he have waited until daylight, for crying out loud?
“I’d much rather whisper in your ear,”
he murmured huskily, stepping just an inch closer, “because you’ll be in my bed.” That stunning comment had Sarah’s jaw going slack, but he didn’t give her any time to digest it because he crouched low and lifted her high into his arms.
“Keys?”
“Hanging on the hook,” she stuttered out, not sure what she would do when tomorrow really did come. Tonight she was just glad he wasn’t dumping her. Again with the lack of pride and dignity , she thought with self-depreciation. She ought to tell him no, shove out of his arms and demand he give her some sort of promise towards a future, but she was a coward. She didn’t want to hear him say that it had only been sex.
Greg took the keys and handed them to her. From her all too cozy position against the bunching, muscled plane of Greg’s chest it was amazing she held the keys
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