He held his breath as he slowed down for a yellow light.
She’d shifted in her seat to watch him closely. “I mean, some girls love those church-going, flower-buying, door-holding, missionary-position nice guys.” She lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “And who am I to judge?”
He choked at her words. While he hadn’t been to church in a hot minute, she’d somewhat nailed him.
Maybe he was on the nice-guy side, but it didn’t mean he didn’t know how to give a woman an orgasm.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel. “Are you always this crude?”
She laughed, a low throaty sound that was entirely too sexy.
“You think that’s crude? Really?”
A vision slipped through his mind. He was deep inside her, and Tori was riding him, skirt up around her waist as she screamed his name.
No.
Sweat broke out on the back of his neck.
God, why was he thinking about this? About her?
He accelerated a little too fast through the light when it turned green, and she braced her hand on the edge of the dashboard, eyes widening in surprise.
How did she get under his skin so easily? Why did he let her?
“Anyway, my point is, don’t be so quick to judge your sister. I won’t judge her and neither should you.”
“Well, you should, Tori. You should give a damn about what kind of guy you’re letting your best friend get involved with.”
Her laugh was high with disbelief. “In the end, it’s her choice, and I’ll respect it. You’re way too concerned with her love life.”
So she’d said. And maybe he was, but he didn’t want Kristen getting hurt.
“I’m sure your brother would be the same way,” he grumbled.
“Even if Ihada brother, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be that concerned.”
Or the brother would’ve realized arguing with her was pointless.
Relief spilled through him as they pulled up near theRusty Nutand her parked car. He eased his Prius into a nearby spot.
“Well, this has been about as fun as a root canal.” He didn’t try and keep the sarcasm out of his voice. “You have a good night, and try and keep your bad influences on my sister to a minimum, alright?”
For the first time, he saw something close to hurt in her eyes. But it was gone as quickly as he’d thought he’d spotted it.
“I suppose I do seem like a bad influence to the straight and narrow type.”
Damn, he’d actually gotten to her.
“I’m not the—”
“Oh, but you are. You’ve got this nice-guy role down to a T with the protective big brother vibe. Everybody seems toloveyou.” She gestured around the interior of the car. “You drive a reliable and eco-friendly vehicle.”
“So do a lot of people.”
“You even have the nice-guy wardrobe.” She reached out to tweak the collar of his shirt under his crewneck sweater. “It’s a shame someone as hot as you is so sexually repressed.”
Instinct had him reaching out lightning quick to catch her wrist before she could pull away.