“Roxie, you aren’t going anywhere. I just have to convince you to stay.”
I blinked at him.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” I said (again).
He moved into my space, I moved back and he pinned me against the inside of the door.
“Then, I gotta convince you before tomorrow.”
“You won’t be able to do that. My mind is made up,” I told him, pressing on his chest with my hands to push him back.
“A few days ago, you didn’t even want to have dinner with me. In less than twenty-four hours you were in my bed.
I’l be able to convince you.”
Wel ! He was certainly sure of himself.
Of course, what he said was true (al but the convincing me part) but stil .
“Take me back to Uncle Tex’s,” I demanded.
He grinned.
“You aren’t going to Tex’s. You’re comin’ home with me.” I made a huffy noise.
So, I guessed this meant he wasn’t taking my ending things with him real y wel , in fact, he wasn’t taking it at al .
Then, he kissed me.
Then, stil feeling dizzy, I went home with him.
* * * * *
I was on my back. Hank had lifted my legs at my knees so they were tucked into his sides. He was up on his elbows so his weight wasn’t on me. With my legs bent and his leverage, he was sliding deep inside me, deeper than anyone had ever been.
I had my eyes closed, feeling him move, my arms wrapped tight around his back.
I let him seduce me again (honestly, it didn’t take much) and was memorizing everything, the smel of him, the feel of him, the taste of him, the strength of him. I’d need to keep these memories for a long time.
He pul ed out and broke his rhythm, his body tense, I could feel him but he wasn’t coming inside.
My eyes opened.
“Hank?”
His head dropped and in my ear he said, “Stay.” Holy cow.
My entire body spasmed.
“Don’t.”
“Promise me you’l stay,” he whispered.
I moved, tightening my arms and wrapping my legs around his back.
“Whisky –”
When I used his nickname, he slid deep inside and kept going, finishing me off.