Crazy Hot Love (Dirty Dicks 2)
Rolling up the window, I step on the gas and fly past her.
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Claire
Rocks go flying as Trevor revs his engine and takes off, leaving me on t
he side of the road.
I’m two miles from home, and Trevor was right, walking probably isn’t the smartest idea.
My eyes burn with tears, but I have no idea why I’m crying. He’s only doing what I asked.
Asshole. Don’t men know to do the opposite of what we say?
Trevor’s truck pulls to the right about fifty feet in front of me. His door flies open as he slides out, and I stop in my tracks. A cool breeze whips through the air, sending my hair in front of my face. I tuck the loose strands behind my ear and take a deep breath. Trevor makes no move, and he doesn’t say a word.
I toss my hands out and let them fall to my side. “You gonna chase me?”
“You gonna run?”
Propping my hands on my hips, I bite my lip. “You gonna spank me?”
His lips twitch. “You want me to?”
I don’t know what kind of game he’s playing. Hell, I don’t know what kind of game I’m playing. All I know is that Trevor is way out of my league when it comes to stuff like this, and my heart and my head and every other organ in my body are not ready for the likes of him. Dropping my chin, I look at the ground for a moment and then bring my eyes to meet his.
“Why are you really here, Trevor? Why are you doing this?”
He takes a step forward. And then another and another, and the closer he gets, the more my body vibrates with energy, and I hate it. I hate that he has this control over me.
“Because you’re stubborn as shit, and you ran out on your friends, and now everyone is worried about you.”
“Does that include you? Are you worried about me?”
“I’m always worried about you.”
“Hah.” I let out a burst of laughter. “Really? Last time we talked, you seemed more angry and less worried.”
He takes another step forward, putting himself all up in my personal space, and I don’t have the strength or willpower to take a step back. In fact, I like him here. Too much. I’m bombarded with the fresh smell of cucumbers and soap as Trevor’s scent wraps itself around me, stealing my thoughts along with my words.
“You want to know why I was angry in the hospital?” he asks.
I take a deep breath, but all I can do is nod.
“You tell me why you fled the bar like your ass was on fire, and I’ll tell you what all my anger was about. Deal?”
“Fine,” I say, not really sure what I’m agreeing to because my head is still swimming in all things Trevor. Suddenly I’ve got the intense urge to throw myself at him and just see how he’ll respond, see if his body will react to mine the way I want it to.
Needing to get away from his intoxicating scent, I take off walking, figuring he’ll either toss me over his shoulder as promised and insert me into his truck, or he’ll hop in his truck and follow me. He does neither. Instead, he falls in step beside me.
“You going to walk me all the way home, Trevor?”
“Not letting you walk home by yourself.”
“It’s a long walk.”
“We’ve got a lot to talk about.”