deadly.
I took a deep breath, told him about the credit card and the bank account.
“Fuck… shit, sorry.”
I laughed at the way he tried not to swear. The feeling, the… lightness of being with Clint was almost foreign to me.
Easy.
He took off his hat, ran a hand through his hair. I realized I’d never seen him without his cowboy hat before. His dark hair was longer on the top than the sides. It had been groomed until his frustration messed it up. It still looked good.
“Sugar, I’m definitely in your corner,” Clint declared. “Even without sex.” He threw open his door.
“Yeah, about that…” I slid out my side of the truck and dropped to the ground.
“Oh?” There was no denying the obvious interest in his voice. He pulled my suitcase out of the back seat and walked around to meet me.
“I might have been a little hasty,” I admitted. God, I’d made it five whole minutes after telling him no sex to yes sex. I was a little slut where he was concerned.
His eyes caught the streetlight and for a moment looked like they glowed silver. His grin was definitely feral. I didn’t even know how it was possible because he was still holding my suitcase, but he somehow swept me up into his arms like a new bride and carried me up to the doorstep. I gasped and set my hand against his hard chest. Even without a coat he was warm.
Hot, even. Literally and figuratively.
“There’s no pressure, sugar,” he said in a deep, velvety rumble. “I need to keep you safe, that’s all.” He fit the key in the lock and pushed the door open. “But if you did want a repeat of our previous escapade, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
The bastard winked. Of course, the wink was my undoing. I bit his neck. He growled.
“Make you a deal,” I whispered.
“All right.” He flipped on the lights. I shot my hand out and flicked them back off.
“Keep the lights off, and I’m all yours.”
He stood still for a moment. I couldn’t make out much of his face in the darkness, but his eyes still glinted, almost like an animal’s. Like he could see in the deep shadows of the room. But of course, that would be impossible.
“Deal,” he murmured, carrying me swiftly through the darkness, like he knew his way blind. He kicked open a door and lay me on a soft bed. I tugged off my coat and heard the thunk thunk of his boots hitting the floor. I toed mine off, too, then pulled my pajama top over my head.
This was going to work out perfectly.
He wouldn’t see my baby bump, and I’d still get to have fun. It wasn’t like we’d seen much of each other in the storeroom. My skirt had been hitched up about my waist, and he’d been too frantic to do more than yank my panties to the side. I’d barely gotten a glimpse of his dick. We’d had incredible sex without seeing each other’s bodies. We could do that again now.
In the back of my mind, I knew my reasoning was about as wonky as a tilt-a-whirl, but I ignored my better sense. I blamed it on the hormones. I’d never been hornier in my life than I had been since I started growing this baby, and the fact that it was Clint here with me…
I had to admit, he’d featured prominently in all my fantasies when I took the time to relieve my frustration with my fingers or my battery-operated boyfriend since the summer. He’d pretty much ruined me for all other guys.
I cupped my tender breasts, my nipples already hardened into tight buds.
Clint stilled then inhaled, as if he could see what I was doing, but that was impossible. The room was so dark, I could barely make out his outline. I heard the rustle of his clothing and tried to conjure an image of him stark naked.
I remembered from our night together he was made of solid muscle. Ripped abs beneath my palms so defined you could climb them. A long, lean frame. Thick, over-sized dick.
“Sugar, if you want the lights out because you’re embarrassed about some part of your body, can I just tell you right now that you’re perfect?” he rumbled, his voice coming closer. I felt the dip of the bed and imagined him setting a knee down and crawling toward me.
Oh yeah, I was totally prey.
I shimmied out of my pajama