loud smack, removed his finger from inside her, and straightened.
Faye's unfocused gaze locked on him. He picked up her panties and shorts, sliding them up to her knees, then lifted her off the counter.
She grabbed the clothes, refraining from pulling them all the way up, and hurried across the room to the restroom. She quickly disappeared behind the door. He groaned at the way her quick shuffle had her ass jiggling. He wasn't going to take her here. There wasn't enough time.
Tonight, at his house, he'd have all night with her to enjoy her sweet body. But that would hold her until then.
He walked over to the sink and washed his face and hands, using a nearby towel to dry off. Combing his fingers through his beard, he turned when the door opened, and Stephanie peeked her head inside.
The waitress lifted her brows. "Have you seen Faye? We've got more customers."
He hitched his thumb over his shoulder toward the bathroom. "She'll be out in a second."
"'kay. Cool." Stephanie closed the door.
Several minutes later, Faye hurried out. His chest expanded at her flushed cheeks. Seeing her glowing only made his balls ache more.
"I can't believe you did that to me." She skirted him, not giving him another chance to touch her. "They're all going to know what you were doing. You left wet spots on my shirt."
"What we were doing." He rearranged his growing cock and lifted his brow in satisfaction. "I don't care what they think."
She rolled her eyes and reached behind her for the door. "Don't look at me that way."
"What way?" He lowered his gaze to her breasts, straining against her shirt.
She groaned. "That way."
Twirling in the other direction, she left the room, fluttering her hands at her sides. He stayed behind until he could walk out and sit without any discomfort.
Chapter 27
Faye
The heater kicked on in the silence of the night. The slight hum in the bedroom gave Faye the courage to move Curley's hand off her stomach and slide out of bed. She couldn't sleep.
Sex seemed to have the opposite effect on her than it had on him.
He continued snoring softly in bed. Grabbing one of his T-shirts off the top of the dresser, she slipped the top over her head and walked out to the living room.
Usually, she'd be waking up in an hour. Taking her coffee out to the greenhouse, she'd enjoy the humidity while she started her morning, caring for the plants.
But that wasn't her life anymore.
It would take her time to get used to sleeping with him. Especially since he seemed to want sex if she made the tiniest of wiggles. She bit down on her lip, containing her contentment. Being with him all day and all night was better than she'd ever imagined.
It was as if all her teenage fantasies about him came true.
He showered her with attention, always touching her. She loved how the others took notice that they were together.
She opened the drapes a few inches and stood in front of the window. While she had neighbors on each side of her house and across the street, Curley lived a mile out of Missoula on acreage. The only neighbor was far enough away, and around a slight bend in the road, there were no houses in sight.
She crossed her arms, cupping her elbows. It was too easy to get swept up with the change in Curley that she became distracted from the greenhouse fire. Curley made it easy to lean on him, but it was her responsibility to figure out what she was going to do.
She had counted on selling Grandma June's place once she saved more money, and then purchasing more land—a small cabin would suffice for her since she spent most of her time outside. The plan was to have enough fertile land, two greenhouses, and the right equipment to expand her business, allowing her to work full-time in the nursery.
Uncle Walker had helped her come to the conclusion that she needed to move, even though she was hesitant about selling the house. To be fair, the house was intended to go to him.
As it was looking now, she had no idea if the insurance company would require her to rebuild in the original spot or if she'd be allowed to take the money and start over somewhere else. Would she regain the value of what she'd invested or fall short?
Muscular arms wrapped around her from behind. She leaned her head back. "Did I wake you?"
"Not having