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The trouble was, I knew that one taste would never be enough.
One taste of Nick would be like my trying to eat just one Kettle brand Country Style Barbeque potato chip. No way in hell. I eat one of those things and I need that whole damn bag of chips so just GIVE IT TO ME NOW BEFORE SOMEONE GETS HURT.
Sighing, I tore my eyes off his body and took a few slow breaths, trying to calm down.
Damn, I wanted him again. Badly.
But he didn’t need to know that.
If we broke a rule, we broke a rule, but I wanted it to be Nick that initiated it. I wanted it clear that it was Nick who couldn’t resist me; it was Nick who wanted it more. Since he was the one who’d left, my pride demanded it.
And just to be clear, the only rule I was willing to break was the last one. I still didn’t want to hear his reasons for leaving me, and I definitely wasn’t viewing this as a second chance. Just a good time with a hot guy who made me laugh and happened to give me the best orgasms of my entire life. Plus he said he’d cook for me.
I nearly came just thinking about it.
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I had to go home and pack a bag, so we agreed to meet at Nick’s apartment downtown. When I pulled out my phone to put his address into Google Maps, I noticed I had missed a call from Erin. She’d texted me too.
I don’t think I can meet you tonight, I’m dirty.
Smiling, I texted her back. Really? You bad girl. Go get some.
“Get a text from your boyfriend?” Nick asked. He’d walked me to my car and stood leaning against it, arms folded.
“No. Just my friend Erin. She was going to meet me tonight but couldn’t and Auto Correct turned her ‘I’m sorry’ into ‘I’m dirty.’”
Nick smiled. “Have I met her?”
“No. She and Mia grew up together, but she’s a year younger than we are and didn’t go to State, so even I didn’t meet her until after college. But the three of us are really close. She’s smart and sweet and kind of proper, but Auto Correct is always turning her texts into smutty thoughts.”
“Nothing wrong with smutty thoughts.”
I looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Ahem. Address please.”
He gave it to me and I typed it in before unlocking the car door. When he pulled it open, I hesitated a moment before getting into the car, half hoping he’d hug me, or even just peck me on the cheek. When he didn’t, I tried not to let my disappointment show. “Well, thanks for dinner,” I said brightly, sliding into the driver’s seat. “And for walking me out.”
“You’re welcome. Sure you’re OK to drive?”
“Yes.” My earlier buzz had gone away
completely, which made the urge to kiss him a bit more unnerving. I pulled the door shut, started the car, and lowered the window. “I’ll be there in an hour or so. Just have to pack a bag and tell my parents what I’m doing.” Embarrassed, I explained, “I’ve been staying with them to save money.”
He grinned. “Ooooh. Are they going to let you sleep over at a boy’s house? Better not tell them it’s me.”
“Very funny.” I started to put the window up.
“Hey,” he said, knocking on the glass.
“Yeah?”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
I peered up at him. “If I did, I wouldn’t be spending the weekend with you. I’m faithful like that.”
His face contorted. “Ouch. You said no talking about the past.”
“OK, fine. What about you? Girlfriend?”
