Page 59 of Small Town Swoo
I could barely breathe. “And what did she say?”
“She told me to call her.”
“Did you do it?”
“Yes. That’s where things got really crazy.” His fingertips were moving in slow circles that had my legs tingling.
I glanced out the window, thankful we were alone on this stretch of highway. “Crazy how?”
“I told her all these things I wanted to do to her. And she told me things she wanted to do to me.”
“Did she? Like what?” One of my hands gripped the edge of my seat. The other was flattened against the centerconsole.
“She said she wanted to make me come with her mouth. She wanted to taste me dripping down her throat.”
“Oh,” I managed. Speaking was becoming a bit of a problem.
“It surprised me.” Dash took his hand away, and I closed my legs and pressed my hands between my knees. “I don’t really know her like that.”
“Do you want to?”
“Of course I want to. I’d like to take her home right now and learn everything about her. The way she tastes. The way she sounds. The way she moves.” He exhaled. “But I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Number one, she’d get fired from her job, and it would be all my fault. Number two, it might ruin our new friendship, which is not a thing I want to do. Number three, I’m supposed to be here in Cherry Tree Harbor working on myself, so the universe will think I’m worthy of its gifts. I’m not sure abducting my sister’s best friend so I can fuck her with my tongue will help to purify my soul.”
Arousal fluttered between my legs, and I squeezed my thighs together, craving the pressure. “Probably not.”
“I mean, it would be fun, don’t get me wrong. But there’s definitely a cost.”
“Several costs,” I said. “Her job, your friendship, the purity of your soul. It’s all at risk.”
“True.” He glanced at me, his mouth curving into a grin that made me want to tell him to pull over and climb into the backseat so we could ruin our friendship here and now, hard and fast. “Although I am not feeling particularly pure right now.”
“No?”
“No.” His eyes were on the road again. “I want to do very bad things to you, Sugar.”
My core muscles contracted involuntarily. “Dash.”
“Hm?”
“Better not come up to the bar tonight.”
“You trying to get rid of me?”
“I’m trying to save your soul.”
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I droppedAri off at her house and watched her hurry inside. The urge to follow her had my hands gripping the wheel hard, but I knew she was already late for work, and if I went into that house, she wasn’t leaving again until I got my fill.
Which would take a while.
Back at the house, I let Fritz out, refilled his food and water, and pondered what to do with myself the rest of the night. What I wanted to do was go sit at the bar at Buckley’s Pub and flirt with Ari. Make her laugh. Drive her a little crazy. Take her home at the end of the night.
