“I do.”
“I’m sure anywhere and anyhow it happens with you will be great.” His kisses and touch alone indicate that much.
Bryce moans and pulls me in for a kiss. “You have no idea how hard you’re making this for me,” he whispers against my lips.
I’m tempted to push his buttons a little more to get what I want. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m never like this. Sex with anyone wasn’t even on my agenda. With work and school and worrying about what the town’s people whisper about my family behind our backs?sometimes to our faces?I never thought much about sex. Then Bryce came along, and I’ve turned into a wanton hussy, ready to jump him.
“Are you saying it can still happen?”
He sighs but a smile plays on his lips. “Deliberately tempting me. Wicked, wicked woman.” His head dips to kiss me again, and I angle my face upward to eagerly receive it.
“Abby?” A familiar male voice booms from the direction of the kitchen.
I gasp and pull away from Bryce, leaping to my feet.
“Abby? Lucy? Anyone here? Girls?”
With shaky fingers, I pull up my zipper, re-snap my bra, and finger comb my hair.
“Who the hell is that?” Bryce is on his feet, watching me with narrowed eyes.
“That’s?”
“Abby, baby girl! Didn’t you hear me calling?”
I swing around to face the new arrival. Jake Griffin, a long-time family friend and my father’s right-hand man. The handsome devil, the epitome of a charming badboy is kind of like an honorary uncle. But Bryce wouldn’t know that. He’s glaring in Jake’s direction as if his competition has just arrived. Does he think that Jake and I…
My eyes swing from Jake to Bryce. Apparently, he does. The look on his face is lethal. It doesn’t help that Jake is assessing him with suspicion.
“Baby girl, who the hell is this?”
The moniker certainly doesn’t help. It could be my imagination, but I swear I hear Bryce growl. I want to shout out that Jake calls every woman in his life who means something to him, baby girl. He’s been calling me and Lucy that since we were kids.
“Bryce this is Jake, a family friend.”
The men are still sizing each other up, and I want to roll my eyes. Men. Always with the pissing contest.
“Jake, this is Bryce, my…”
I glance at Bryce who’s looking at me with raised brows.
“Uh…”
He looks really pissed now. I want to shout out that I don’t know what we are because this is just our second date. Well, we did make out?okay, we did more than that. Still, I don’t know what that makes us.
Jake breaks the silence and the mounting awkwardness. “Hey, aren’t you the mayor’s son? What the fuck are you doing on this side of town?”
Never mind. The awkwardness just went up several notches. I glare in Jake’s direction and he shrugs. His slashing silver eyes return to Bryce. “You’re not by any chance messing with my Abby, are you?”
“Your Abby?”
I mentally facepalm myself. I’m going to kill Jake. I turn to Bryce. “He doesn’t mean?”
“I should get going.” A muscle ticks in his jaw.
“No, Bryce wait?”
“I’ll see myself out.”