Spitfire in Love (Chasing Red 3)

I wanted to know more about her. But she was right. It wasn’t fair if I kept asking her for things I wasn’t willing to give. I hadn’t even been aware I was doing that until she mentioned it.

“I never kept anything from the girls I slept with before,” I confessed, sighed, then checked to see her reaction. “If that’s what you’re asking me.”

“Maybe you just keep stuff from the girls you haven’t slept with before.”

Why did she want to know this?

When I asked her that, she answered with a little shyness that I found so damn adorable, “It’s part of your past and I’m curious.”

I looked at her for a moment, studying her face. “I don’t spend time with a girl I’m not going to sleep with. I don’t see the point. I know that makes me an asshole, but I have to tell you that they don’t want to spend time with me either.”

“How would you know?”

I shrugged.

“I think some of them might want to spend time with you, but you just won’t. There are girls who want more than just sex, you know. How come you spend time with me then?”

I gave her a knowing look. “You’re the exception.”

“Why?”

Did she really have to ask?

“You’re just…different.”

She nodded as if she understood. “Like weird different.”

“No,” I answered truthfully. “Refreshingly different. You’re…real.” I remembered the very first time I saw her at my neighbor’s house. The one she nicknamed Dingle Dick. “Fearless. Fucking beautiful. I can’t compare you with anyone else because there’s no one that could measure up.”

Her eyes widened, then softened.

I shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

“What if I don’t sleep with you?” she asked. “Ever?”

“Then I’m just going to have to keep begging until you do.”

She grinned, enjoying the image she saw in her mind. “You might need to wait a long time.”

“How long?”

“A long, long time.”

I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth. “You think so?”

She narrowed her eyes. “That wasn’t a challenge.”

I smirked. “Then you shouldn’t have kissed me in the first place.”

“What if I don’t sleep with you?” She raised an eyebrow, unlacing her fingers from mine and walking ahead of me. “I might not. I mean you can expect anything you want, but it doesn’t mean it’s going to happen.”

Oh, it was going to happen. From the moment I saw her, I wanted no one but her. And I knew I would want no one for a long, long time. We could barely resist each other now. I could feel it by the way her body shifted toward me, the way her eyes lingered on me, the way she kept biting that irresistible bottom lip. The only question was when she was ready. I would never force her. She had to come willingly to me.

“What if I don’t want to sleep with you?” I teased.

She tossed her hair and shot me a look over her shoulder heavy with womanly knowledge.

This woman would have me begging on my knees anytime of the day and enjoy it.