Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“I’m getting you home.” I ushered her along the boardwalk.

“So you do want to take me home?” she purred.

She looked happier than I had seen her since we’d run into each other again. The drink must have had a way of softening her. Maybe it was the drinks or maybe she was starting to have fun with me. I wasn’t sure.

“Already?” She pretended to pout.

“Yes, now.”

“I’m totally fine.” Sierra giggled.

“You’re drunk. Time to go.”

“But we just got here. One dance and you’re done?”

“Something like that.”

I hauled her down the boardwalk and lifted her into the skiff.

I sat her in the seat next to me so I could keep an eye on her. The last thing I wanted was for her to tip overboard. I kept one hand firmly planted on her hip. She sighed at my touch.

I shook my head and cranked the engine.

She was either making this way too easy or way too hard. With her nuzzled into my chest, I couldn’t decide which.

I didn’t say a fucking word the entire ride home from the boat.

I parked just off Lindy’s back porch and carried Sierra inside. I deposited her onto the couch in the living room.

She moaned lightly and smiled. “I had fun. I think I feel another dance coming on.” She tried to stand.

“Whoa darlin’. You’re going to take a nose dive if you do that.”

It was hard not to laugh at her. She was blitzed from only one drink.

“Me too. Get some sleep.”

Her hand flew out and latched on to my leg when I tried to turn. “Are you leaving?” she asked.

I thought about how Sierra’s hair had felt. How she’d melted into my chest. How she’d wrapped her hot little body around me when we’d danced. Damn it.

“Yeah. I think so.”

“Why?” Her eyes had a way of pulling me in.

“You’re drunk.” I pointed at her.

“So?”

“So. Even if I was thinking about taking you to bed again, it wouldn’t be like this.”

Because that’s what she was thinking. One drink. One slow dance. One cruise alone and she’d have me back where she wanted. In her bed. That she would be the one to fucking seduce me.

That wasn’t how this was going down.

“Didn’t we used to have amazing sex?” Her words were slow.