Page 76 of I Thought of You
“Don’t play with me, Koen. Are we haloed purists or filthy sinners? There’s no middle ground.”
His calloused hand encircles my wrist while he sucks my finger. “There’sonlymiddle ground.”
Why? Why aren’t my sex dreams about this man? I’m a mess of need just from him sucking my finger.
“I need to shower.” I reclaim my finger and duck past him, straight into my trailer.
“Being good is only fun when it’s sprinkled with a little naughtiness.”
I ignore his theory while looking for a clean pair of pants. My dirty laundry clutters the floor around my bed. I needed to wash it a week ago. Koen will divorce me after one kid.
When I find a “clean enough” pair of pants in the pile of clothes at the end of my bed, I turn, but Koen’s blocking my way to the shower.
I square up to him, chin high, looking him straight in the eye. “Define naughty.”
A devilish smirk hijacks his face. “Oral.”
I shake my head. “Herb wouldn’t approve of oral.”
Koen’s nose crinkles with his sour face. “Please don’t say my grandfather’s name in the same sentence as oral.”
“Then make a better case for naughtiness.”
“I’ll watch you shower.”
“My bathroom’s the size of a shoebox.Ican barely watch myself shower.”
His lips twist to the side for a moment. I admire his determination.
“Touch yourself.”
After a few slow blinks, I tap the tip of my finger to my nose, arm, and knee.
His mask slips, but just barely. He hides his amusement behind a clenched jaw, but his lips twitch.
My gaze slides down his torso as he unbuttons his jeans. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to show you how it’s done.”
“I don’t have a penis, and you don’t have a vagina or clit. How can you possibly show me how it’s done?”
“Scottie,” he buttons his jeans and straightens his shirt. “You’re the worst at being bad.”
I eat up his frustration, one eye roll and tiny sigh at a time.
“Let’s take your mom to dinner. I can see if Price will work tonight.”
“My mom?”
“Yes. The woman who, I assume, gave birth to you. The one you call every day. My future mother-in-law.”
Koen sits at my table, inspecting the current puzzle. He grins when one of the pieces fits.
“In my next life, I’m returning as a puzzle, so you’ll give me your undivided attention.” I pass him on my way to the shower.
He hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. “I think it’s time you trust Price with the store so we can fly to Philly.”
“Really?” I lean the side of my head against his.