“I’m not a bad guy, Lex. Is it really so wrong that I’m interested in you?” I stare down into her eyes and slowly bring my hand up to cup her face. Her breathing hitches, and she gradually drags her top teeth across her bottom lip. She may say she isn’t interested, but her body is giving away all of her secrets. “We’ve managed to end up in the same place three different times today. I don’t know about you, Lexi, but I don’t really believe in coincidences.” I nod my head toward her car. “Mind if I take a look? My old man used to have a Shelby.”
She steps aside and folds her arms in front of her. “Have at ‘er.”
I sit down in the driver’s seat and pretend like I’m checking out her stereo system and interior. What I’m really doing is trying to buy more time. Time to convince her that she needs to give me a chance. I notice a neon green spot next to the handle on the passenger door.
“Hey, Lex, what’s this green spot over here?”
“Brea was painting her freakin’ toe nails on the way home earlier, she must’ve got some on the door.” She ducks in the door and leans over to get a better look. “I didn’t notice it until you just pointed it out. I’ll get it later.” Her foot slips on a rock, and she falls into the car and across my lap. “Ugh! Sorry, my foot slipped,” she says, turning over so that she’s now sitting on my lap. Without hesitation, I brush a strand of hair from in front of her face, letting my hand rest on her cheek. Softly, I brush my thumb across her lips and look into her eyes again. God, I’ve never seen brown eyes so beautiful.
“You wouldn’t ever have a reason to say you’re sorry while sitting on me, Lexi. I would make damn sure of that.”
“Coen.” She wets her lips with her tongue.
I can’t hold back any more. I crush my mouth against hers and kiss her like I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. She’s kissing me back just the same. She wants this as much as I do, whether she believes it or not. I reach down and ease the seat back so that there’s more room between me and the steering wheel. Then I grab her by the waist and reposition her so that she’s straddling me.
“Coen.”
“Don’t talk, Lexi,” I pant. “We’ll talk later. I’ve been dying to do this all day.”
I cup her face in my hands and pull her back into a slow, passionate, soft kiss. Gently, I part her lips with my tongue while slowly sliding my hand up her thigh and teasingly brushing my fingertips under the seam of her shorts. I’m as hard as a fucking rock now. She must know it, too. She lifts herself up, never breaking our kiss, and positions herself so that her pussy is right on top of my thick, hard, throbbing shaft, and teasingly gyrates her hips.
Things are getting hot in here really fast. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but she sets every inch of me on fire. My balls ache like I’m going to explode, right here, right now. It’s like the rest of the world has ceased to exist.
My pocket suddenly starts singing the chorus of “She’s Got Issues” by The Offspring. Lexi pulls away from me with a jerk. She rolls her eyes.
“Interesting choice of ringtone.” She climbs off my lap, out of the car, and goes to lean up against the front fender with her arms crossed over her chest. Damn it! I look at the caller ID. I better answer this and deal with Lexi after. I speak quietly so Lexi can’t hear. If she finds out about my family drama she’ll really not want anything to do with me.
“Hello, Aunt Sarah. What do you need?” I ask hesitantly.
“Coen, darling, what makes you think I need something? Can’t an Auntie just call to check up on her favorite nephew? I haven’t heard from you in ages.” she says dryly. Her voice resembles Cruella de Vil, as does her demeanor. Aunt Sarah had to raise me ever since I was eight years old. She never thought that day she agreed to babysit she’d be stuck with me forever. Neither of us did.
“Sure. I guess. But I just spoke with you last week, and you never call just because. So what do you want?” I ask again, not impressed that I have to deal with this today. Especially now. Perfect fucking timing Aunt Sarah. As always.
“Well dear, since you asked, I need you to come over and put a bookshelf together that I bought today.”
I let out a deep sigh of frustration. Just what I want to do this weekend. Put up with Queen Sarah’s bullshit and demands. I’m sure she’ll be standing over me the entire time telling me everything I’m doing wrong. Nothing I ever do is right her eyes. All I am to her is a fuck up. A burden. A slave to her every beck and call.
Lexi moves away from the car and goes to sit on her front porch. She looks disconcerted. God only knows what is going through her head right now. I need to get off the phone and figure this shit out. I need a clear head going into the race tonight. “Fine. I’ll be over tomorrow morning.”
“Make sure you are here before noon, Coen. I can’t have a brawny, tattooed….person,” she hesitates, trying not to use the word ‘freak’, “hanging around my house when my book club friends show up. You’ll scare them all half to death. Ta ta!” The other end goes silent. She got what she wanted, so she hung up without waiting for my reply.
“Fuck you too, you evil wench.” I shove my phone back in my pocket and lay my head back against the headrest for a brief moment to gather my thoughts before I approach Lexi.
WHAT WAS I THINKING letting Coen kiss me like that? I only just met him today. Who does that? So much for swearing off men for a while. So much for having self control. So much for not letting Coen know he’s getting to me. Way to show him you aren’t interested, Lexi. Kiss him like you’re starving to death and grind on his cock like a stripper. I’m not this girl. I don’t move this fast. This isn’t normal. My head is spinning. Not only from that insanely hot make out session in my car, but from all the questions circulating through my head right now. This immensely hot, tall, muscular, tattooed guy shows up, not just once, but three times in one day, and sweeps me off my feet faster than I can blink. This is the kind of shit that happens in those cheesy ass romance novels.
And what is with that ringtone? It has to be a woman on the other end. That would only make sense, right? It’s probably his wife, or his ex wife, or his baby mama, and I’m just his “flavor of the day”.
Maybe I’m over thinking it. I mean this is a crazy, once in a lifetime thing. There’s no chance in hell that a guy this beautiful is ever going to pay me this kind of attention again. But can I really trust him? Who the hell was that on the phone?
I snap out of my daze when I hear Coen’s boots on the cement getting closer to me.
I don’t hesitate. I have to know, before this goes any further. “Who was that on the phone?”
“It’s not what you’re thinking, Lexi. It was my aunt.” Coen has his hands resting in the back pockets of his jeans.
“That isn’t a very loving ring tone for an aunt,” I say raising an eyebrow.
Coen sighs. “Yeah, well, she’s not exactly the loving type, unless designer bags and shoes count. That’s all she loves.” He rolls his eyes.
I’m not really sure what to say next. I don’t even know this guy. I know his name. I know that he has an amazingly sexy body that’s covered in gorgeous tattoos, especially that neck. My God, that neck drives me crazy! I know that he really seems interested, but I need to be sure I can trust him before I let him in my life at all. I can’t handle the stress and anxiety of having to put up with someone like Patrick again.