Rolling down my window, I took him in. He was in tight blue jeans and a T-shirt. The clothes highlighted those muscles I’d loved feeling three years before, especially that firm ass. My hands twitched to touch it again.
I almost licked my lips, remembering how his mouth tasted that night. Would it be the same, or did he taste different?
How would he feel inside me? Stretching me and pounding me?
What the hell was I even thinking? I squeezed my legs together. My body was a damn traitor. This was not the way I wanted to feel when talking to Alex Kline.
He was too damn handsome. Why did he have to be so handsome?
Once the window was down, he leaned over. “Hey.”
I nodded, not trusting my own voice. I’d thought a little bit about when I was going to confront him, but I always imagined I’d be the one going to him, not the other way around.
“I was wondering if we could maybe catch up,” he said.
“Catch up?” I managed to say, my voice squeaking a little.
“Yeah. There are some things I need to talk to you about.” His mouth twitched slightly.
“Like what?”
His gaze flicked to Kadie. “Just some things. It’s not something we can really go into here.”
“So, uh, what then?” I nodded toward Kadie. “As you can see, I don’t have a free schedule anymore.”
Kadie waved at Alex. “Hey, mister.”
Alex chuckled and waved back. “She’s cute.”
“Thank you,” I managed. My palms were starting to sweat now.
“How about you let me put my number in your phone? You can call me, and we can set up a time to meet that works for you.”
I stared into those gray eyes of his, looking for some sign that he was joking. Another exchange of numbers.
It took all my self-control not to laugh in his face or, for that matter, burst into tears.
Maybe he was making fun of me, reminding me of how he’d played me before. I couldn’t be sure. I just wanted him to go away.
I grabbed my phone and handed it to him. He put in his number and handed it back. I returned it to my purse.
“Okay, I see you’re busy,” he said. “So talk to you later. Bye.” He turned and walked off, his boots clopping against the ground.
“He was nice,” Kadie said. She giggled.
I took several deep breaths.
Warmth pulsed through my center. A memory surfaced of his fingers slamming into me followed by his thick rod.
I groaned. A few minutes of talking with him and that stupid night years before was flashing before my eyes.
What was wrong with me? Was it just because I’d not slept with any other man since then?
“Get a grip,” I murmured.
“What, Mama?”
“Nothing, sweetie.”