“Lewd?” Beth Ann asked, blinking. Her hands had stopped.
“The one that showed his delicates to everyone in town just to impress that little Miranda Hill.” She gave a harrumph. “As if showing her his bits would impress her.”
Beth Ann smothered her laugh. “I’m sure she knew better than that to be impressed by a man waving his bits at her,” she assured Mrs. D. as the woman paid and left.
Poor, poor Miranda and Dane. At first Miranda’s boobs had been legendary about town. Now all anyone talked about was Dane’s lily white butt. And Dane was a good natured guy—he didn’t mind in the slightest, because Dane’s nak*d stroll made everyone talk about his photos rather than Miranda’s. She smothered a laugh at the memory of him walking down Main Street, wearing nothing but a hockey helmet over his junk.
The doorbell to her shop clanged and Beth Ann looked up. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Colt.
Well damn. There was Beth Ann, looking like one of his wet dreams in a tight black sweater and a short red skirt. She lit up at the sight of him, and Colt turned and flipped the sign on her door to “closed.”
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey yourself,” she said with a smile, and moved past him to turn the lights off on the big sign. He said nothing, watching her. She looked damn pretty. Her ass looked amazing in that skirt, and those shoes made her legs look long and slim. She looked perfect.
She looked untouchable again. Out of his league.
Damn. What was he thinking? She’d had a weekend of sex with him, but she belonged with someone with money. She was the belle of the town—no one’d want to see her with trash like him. Williamsons didn’t mix with Waggoners.
She looked over at him, and her fingers reached up and brushed his hair, just above his ear. “You’re getting shaggy,” she said lightly. “Want me to fix that up for you?”
“If you like,” he said, content to watch her movements. After all, she wasn’t kicking him out the door yet.
She grinned and gestured back at her chair. “Come sit down.”
He sat, and glared into the mirror when she pulled out a pink cape to cover him. “Not that shit again.”
The last time he’d gotten his hair cut at her place, she’d put that pink cape on him deliberately, he’d suspected.
She gave him an exasperated look. “Pink’s the only color I’ve got.”
“Buy a black one. You can cut my hair then.”
She rolled her eyes at him in the mirror and reached to pull it around him. “You need a haircut.”
“I don’t need to look like a sissy.” He caught her hand in his.
Beth Ann froze against him, and they stared at each other. They were awkward now. Tense. He wanted to go back to where she was warm and soft in his bed, and smiling up at him.
Had to do something. He didn’t want her glaring at him. He wanted her soft, and sweet, and ready to wrap her legs around him again.
So he caught her hand and pressed a kiss to the palm. “Do you trust me?”
She softened as she looked down at him. “You kept me safe in the woods, didn’t you?”
Well, yeah, but it was his fault she’d been stuck there. That wasn’t a conversation he wanted to get into today, though, so he decided to distract her. He nipped at one of her fingertips, then looked up at her. “You said you wanted to be the woman nobody in town expects you to be. I bet no one expects you to have sex with me. Here. If you trust me, of course.”
Her mouth parted a little.
Colt waited for her to protest. To be shocked by his suggestion.
But her eyes got soft and she licked her lips, and he felt the tremor that raced through her. “No, they wouldn’t expect me to do that at all, would they?” she said huskily. She ran her free hand over the back of his hair, as if she found the buzz of his short haircut just as erotic as touching the rest of him.
Hell, yes. His c*ck got hard immediately. He took the pink cape from her and tossed it down on the ground. He tugged her hand and pulled her across his lap. Her smile was soft and seductive, and he kissed her because he needed to taste her lips again.
She tasted just as sweet as he’d remembered. He’d thought about her all week, and their date. He didn’t expect sex from her, of course. But if he suggested it and she was willing? Well, they could base a relationship on a lot worse things than sex, he supposed.
She broke away from the kiss with a gasp and tried to pull out of his lap. “The windows—”
His entire body stiffened with anger. “You ashamed to be seen kissing me?”
She gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“Cause I’m one of those white-trash Waggoners,” he gritted out.
“Actually,” she said softly, “I thought if I was going to take my clothes off, we should shut the windows.”
“Ah,” he said, since an apology was not going to cross his mouth.
Beth Ann leaned up and kissed him. “Silly.” She slid out of his lap and went to the front door, locked it, then turned to the long panel of windows that made up the front of the salon. They looked out over Main Street, and they’d given everyone a glimpse of their kissing.
Probably a good call to close them. He stood up and ran a hand along the back of her chair, then pumped his foot on the bar a few times to raise it higher.
When all the blinds were closed, she turned to look back at him with a puzzled frown. “What are you doing?”
“Raising your chair up,” he said. “I’m going to make love to you in it.”
She licked her lips, and he liked the sight of that. “Oh,” she said, the word soft and husky. “Sounds lovely.”
He pulled her toward him again and kissed her, enjoying how sweetly she wrapped her arms around his neck, and how her mouth parted under the thrusts of his tongue. “Been thinking about you all week, Beth Ann.”
“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” she admitted, and her hand stroked down the front of his shirt. He’d worn a button up shirt—his only one—and slacks for the date. Didn’t feel like him, but he didn’t want to look like a pity date when they went out. He wanted to impress her, and a T-shirt and BDUs wouldn’t do it.
“You look good tonight,” she said softly.
“You look better.”
Beth Ann smiled at him and took a step back. Her hands went to her sweater and she pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. Her high, tight little br**sts—breasts he’d been seeing in his sleep, they were so perfect—were cupped by black lace so sheer that he could see her little n**ples through them. He wanted them in his mouth already, to feel them beading on his tongue, to feel her hands stroking the buzz on the back of his head as she moaned under him.
Her fingers went to the buttons on his shirt, and he pulled it over his head, tossing it over to where her sweater lay on a nearby magazine rack.
She gave a small sigh of pleasure at the sight of his undershirt. Her finger ran along the chain of his dog tags. “Oh, this looks sinful with your muscles.”
“Should I take it off?”
“God no,” she said, and grinned up at him. “I like it far too much.” Her hands slid down to the belt of his pants. “These, however…”
He slid off his shoes, undid his belt and dropped it to the ground. His briefs followed a moment later.
She groaned and dropped to her knees in front of him. “Mercy, I love the sight of this,” she said with a little sigh of pleasure that did crazy things to his insides. “I kept wondering if it was as thick in reality as it was in my memory.”
His hand moved to her hair, caressed her cheek. “And?”
“Much better than my memories,” she said, and leaned forward and gave the thick crown a little swipe with her tongue.
He groaned and hauled her back to her feet. “Not tonight, darlin’. I want to f**k you first.”
She smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him again as his hands went to the tiny zipper at the side of her skirt and tugged it down. The garters surprised him. And so did the little scrap of panties. “Nice.” He ran his hands down the curve of her ass. “Very nice.”
“You like?” She still wore a mischievous smile.
“I do,” he said, lifting a hand to brush against one of her n**ples, still tight through the fabric of the thin bra. “Want to get a better look at them.”
“I’d better take off my panties first,” she said, and bent to tug at one of the straps of her garters.
“You keep those on,” he said, his voice husky. He wanted to f**k her with them on, her legs encased in the silky, erotic fabric.
“I will.” She grinned and turned away, bending over to undo the straps. As she did, she presented him with her ass, sweet and round. He groaned and ran his hands over those cheeks, enjoying the creamy flesh hidden by tantalizing scraps of lace. A moment later, she pushed her panties down to the ground, stepped out of them, and then began to hook her garters back once more. When she was done, she turned back to him expectantly.
“On the chair,” he said.
“The shoes?”
“Stay on.”
“Naughty,” she said with a grin, and slid over to the chair, then crossed her legs daintily in it and waited. Her pose hid everything but her smooth thighs, and while she was a lovely picture like that, he had other plans. His hand moved to her leg and skimmed along the thigh, stroking her soft skin. He then hooked his hand under her knee and tugged her leg outward until it was straight. She arched her foot as he did, and he remembered that she liked to be kissed there. His mouth went to her ankle, and he lightly kissed the flesh through the silky hose, enjoying her shivers. Her hands brushed over his c*ck as he did, as if she couldn’t resist touching him.
His hands stroked down that smooth length of leg, so straight, and then tilted it back. At her gasp, he reached for her other leg, straightened it, and then tilted it back, too, until her legs were a vee straight in the air, and she was forced to clutch the arms of the chair to keep her balance. Her breath was coming in short, spiky pants that pleased him.
Not nearly as much as when he looked down and discovered that she was completely bare. Her sweet little p**sy was pink, the slit gleaming with moisture.
“Well I’ll be damned,” he said, his c*ck hard as steel at the sight.
“I wanted to surprise you,” she said softly, then chuckled. “Surprise.”
He knelt in front of the chair. “Now that’s just beggin’ for a taste.”
At her sharply inhaled breath, he knew she liked the thought, and he tugged at her hips, pulling her close. “Hands on your legs. Keep them straight up in the air,” he said. “Gotta show off those gorgeous legs.”
She trembled but did as she was told, and he leaned in and brushed his mouth over the tender flesh. He felt the shiver that coursed through her, heard the moan she bit back. He licked the wet seam of her, felt her h*ps jerking in response. She was entirely open like this, her legs arching high in the air, her hands locked behind each knee, her bare sex exposed to him. Trusting him. Wanting him as much as he wanted her.