“We can’t go any further. Not yet. I have to talk to Joe. Like I said before, I can’t do this until I speak with him.”
He wanted to talk to her brother. He’d been thinking about her brother while she’d been losing her mind with pleasure.
Tansy yanked on her t-shirt and grabbed her bra. She wasn’t fumbling with that while he watched.
“I am not a child. Joe is not my keeper.” Her voice wasn’t strong enough, so she took another breath. “You go ahead and call him, but you might as well talk about something else, because you just killed the mood. Permanently.”
Tansy grabbed her keys and moved back to put on her shoes. She was jerking the laces when Sam knelt beside her and touched her arm. She flinched away.
She’d been completely carried away, and he’d been in a clinical mood, thinking about her damn brother.
“Tansy, listen. I just need to talk to him.”
“Do whatever you please. I need to work.”
She pushed up, and he tried again, but she shook him off.
“Where are you going?”
That nearly snapped her control. “None of your damn business. I don’t answer to you and this is my property. Take your stupid big brother attitude and leave me alone.”
Then she stomped out the door and started to run.
Sam watched Tansy run off into the woods, not in the same direction they’d taken that morning.
He wasn’t sure what the hell had just happened.
Why would him calling Joe send her into such a tizzy? Tansy wasn’t any sort of drama queen and he rarely remembered her raising her voice in all the years he’d known her.
She was more pissed than he’d ever seen her.
And hurt.
Those eyes had radiated hurt more than anger.
He knew he couldn’t keep up with Tansy’s brain when it came to science, logic, and creativity. But he’d thought he was more her match when it came to real life stuff.
Apparently not.
He was trying to do the right thing here. He didn’t want to sneak around behind Joe’s back with his sister. Didn’t want to hide their relationship.
He was trying to be direct and above board.
Trying not to rush her.
His mind was swirling with images of Tansy reacting to his touch, going over the edge in a burst of fire and light.
Maybe he’d be able to think once his head was cleared. And once his body had calmed down. Which might be awhile.
He hadn’t expected to take it that far with her, but her reactions had pulled him in and dragged him along. God, if his brain hadn’t finally kicked in, he might have taken her right there on the counter.
She deserved more for their first time.
He’d make it better.
If she hadn’t been serious.
Permanently.