For a moment Bobbi tore her gaze from Shane and glanced around, afraid they were making a spectacle out of themselves. But they were too heavy in the shadows and the crowded dance floor was full of couples moving in time to the music. Hands groped, mouths reached, lips touched, words murmured.
“It was just for one night, Shane,” she said finally, chancing a look at him again. “That’s what we agreed on and I didn’t see the need…” she blew out a breath. “I just wanted to go home.”
Liar. I was afraid.
He stopped moving. “Why?”
“Because,” she licked her lips, tasting him and her breath hitched at the back of her throat. “Because we’re not good for each other.”
He lowered his head once more and a shiver rolled over her entire body, starting from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes as he whispered into her ear.
“I don’t know where the hell you were last Friday night, but from what I remember, we were damn good together.”
A groan escaped her mouth as his tongue shot out and he licked his spot again.
“In fact, I would say that last Friday night was the best we ever had.”
Pain sliced through Bobbi and she started to shake her head, but stopped herself in time. There was no way she was going to make a complete idiot out of herself. He didn’t have to know how she really felt. Friday night had been good. Hell, that was an understatement because it had been more than good. Last Friday had been amazing.
But it wasn’t the best. It wasn’t like that night. That first night when she’d realized how much she loved him. When she’d given him everything including her heart.
“But what are we doing, Shane?” she stopped moving and pulled out of his embrace. “What is this?”
Shane’s eyes remained steady as his hand tucked that stupid strand of her hair that just didn’t want to stay put behind her ear.
“What do you want it to be?” he said softly. Dangerously.
“We’re no good together,” she repeated, shaking her head. “At least not as a couple.”
“Agreed.”
Her chin rose up at his quick response. Okay, he didn’t have to be so agreeable on the subject.
“But we’re good in bed and the connection we had,” he leaned closer and damned if those shivers didn’t roll over her skin again. “The connection that we still have is a hell of a lot more than most couples ever find.” His finger traced the tattoo behind her ear. “You’ve been starving for it princess and I’m not ashamed to say after last Friday night, you’re all I can think about.”
Ike’s band finished their song and as the crowd erupted once more into cheers, Bobbi took a moment to collect her thoughts.
“So you want us to have a sexual relationship.”
Shane’s eyebrows shot up. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she answered without thinking. “But...” No! No fucking way would she survive a relationship with Shane Gallagher. Any kind of relationship. If the man wanted to walk his dog with her every other night—even that sort of relationship wouldn’t end well for her.
He shook his head and stepped away, a grin on his face and yet, his eyes were much too intense. “There are no buts, Bobbi. I’m laying it on the line. I have no problem letting you use me for sex.”
“What? I’m not,” she sputtered, suddenly angry. “I don’t want to use you for sex.”
Shane’s grin devastated her and his gaze lingered so long on her breasts that her fingers crept upward, covering the hardened peaks as she blew out a long breath.
“Don’t you? Because I sure as hell want you.” His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. “I want you every way that I can have you.” He shrugged. “But we keep it physical. We’re good together that way, so why not take advantage of it? You know, while we’re both available?”
God, she wished he would move away from her. She couldn’t think with him this close. “Let me get this straight. You want us to have sex,”
“Yep.”
“Whenever we feel the need to have sex.”
“Sounds good to me.”