The First Taste (Slip of the Tongue #2) - Jessica Hawkins Page 0,8

it.

She looks back at me. “Sex.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” I grin. With a breeze, a few pieces of her hair break away from the mold and stick to her lipstick. There’s not much she can do about it since her hands are full, so I reach up and clear the strands away, letting my fingertips graze her cheek. For such a hard exterior, her skin is surprisingly smooth. She flinches, but I push my luck and tuck the hair behind her ear. “It’ll come back to you,” I say. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“But—”

“Look at me.”

She does, and whatever’s holding her back dims. “Just so we’re on the same page, you want to have a one-night stand. Sex only.”

My stomach tightens at the image her bluntness conjures—her, naked beneath me, tits high, perfect blonde hair tangled from my hands, red lipstick smeared from my mouth. In no time at all, I could have this beauty’s long, toned legs wrapped around my waist. She’s everything I normally avoid—uptight, snobby, self-possessed—and I can’t seem to walk away. Maybe dinner was a bad idea after all. I’m tempted to skip ahead to the good part.

“Yeah,” I say. “Just sex.”

“Completely casual. No strings. Just tonight.”

I nod. “That’s all I have to give.”

“Same here.”

“So let’s start with dinner. See how we get on.” Since I’m confident in my ability to seduce her, I add, “If you change your mind, we’ll go our separate ways.”

“Okay.” She steps back. “I know of a great dinner spot around here.”

“Is there pizza?”

“No. I told you, I don’t eat carbs.”

“I don’t understand that sentence.” I nod for her to follow me. “Come on.”

“I’m not getting pizza.”

I keep walking, listening for the click of her heels behind me. “You don’t like it?”

“Nope.”

“Well, I don’t like the city, but here I am, spending the evening here. We’re changing things up tonight.”

She huffs but doesn’t protest any more. After a second, she catches up with me. “If you want to win me over, you should know, I don’t take orders well.”

I glance sidelong at her, containing my smile. “You will once I’m through with you.”

She gapes. “What does that mean?”

“Means I never met a challenge I didn’t accept, and you just gave me a very enticing one. We’ll see later on how long you last resisting my orders.”

She looks skeptical. “Have it your way, then. I was just trying to help you seduce me, but if you’d rather make more work for yourself . . .”

“So you’re saying you aren’t a sure thing tonight?” A young guy with music blasting from his phone dances jerkily toward us. I put an arm around Amelia and steer her out of the way. “Because I don’t mind,” I continue. “Like I said, I’m up for the challenge.”

“Good,” she says, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “So am I.”

“Then I hate to disappoint you, but I am a sure thing.”

She raises an eyebrow up at me. “Well, you are a man.”

“It’s not that.” It’s more refreshing than I realized to be able to be straight with a woman. “I just find you attractive, and there’s almost nothing you can say to change my mind at this point.”

The guy has passed us, but Amelia doesn’t pull away at first. When she does, I’m tempted to keep her close. I can see I’ll have to give her a little longer to loosen up, though.

“Nothing at all?” she asks.

I groan. “Why do I think you’re going to take that as a challenge to drive me away?”

“I wouldn’t do that,” she says, but I hear the teasing in her voice. She might. But I’m horny, and she’s hot, so I’m up for a little game of cat and mouse. Besides, it’s not as if I have anywhere to be tonight.

THREE

The pizza place has a line out the door, and as Amelia and I walk up, it becomes obvious it’s more of a kiosk than a restaurant. Standing room only, people loiter outside with their slices.

“I didn’t realize we couldn’t sit down,” I tell Amelia before I even notice her scowl. “Should we go somewhere else?”

“Somewhere without pizza?”

I chuckle. “No. There will be pizza.”

“Then no.” She smiles thinly and adjusts the things in her arms. “This is fine. Not much of a first date, but—”

“Whoa—hang on. If this is a date, I’ll take you somewhere entirely different. I’ll romance the shit out of you.”

She looks amused. “It was a joke. Obviously, I prefer we leave romance out of it.”

“Oh.” I rub

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