Life was simple for guys, apparently. No complicated emotions to think about. They could walk around naked without worrying what they looked like.
Of course, she thought, Ben didn’t have to worry. He looked…edible.
The bastard.
She bent for his clothes and shoved them at him.
Taking his sweet-ass time, he pulled on his pants and straightened, and she did her best not to stare at him. But she failed. She couldn’t help it; he was just so damn…hot. She let her eyes soak him up, from his still-bare chest to the fact that though his pants were on, they were unbuttoned and riding low, and he was still semihard. He looked…dangerous, she decided. And primed for another round.
Her body was game.
He flashed her a smile. He knew what she was thinking. She turned her back while he finished getting dressed, which made him laugh softly and pull her around to face him again. “Okay?” he asked.
She swallowed her half-hysterical laugh. “Well, let’s see. I just had wild monkey sex with a man I can’t get along with to save my life, in the bathroom above my shop, no less—which, by the way, I don’t even think is locked.” She tossed up her hands. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
He studied her a moment. “We got along just fine in the past hour, I’d say.”
She felt the blush race up her face. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I suppose I do. Do we need to talk about it?”
“Hell, no.”
He looked relieved. “We said this wasn’t going to change anything,” he said. “We both got what we wanted.”
“Yeah,” she said. But what if she suddenly couldn’t remember what she’d wanted?
And suddenly, he wasn’t looking so relieved. He was looking…wary. “Did you change your mind, Aubrey?”
“No.” Not that she would admit it anyway, not even over the threat of death and dismemberment.
“Good,” he said with quiet steel. “Because I don’t want a committed relationship.”
“Ever?”
He hesitated. “Not any time soon, anyway.”
She absorbed the unexpected shock of disappointment, and, she hoped, kept it from her face. “Then we’re good.”
He paused again, as if searching that statement for honesty. “I locked the shop before I came up here,” he said. “The flower shop and bakery are long closed.” He smiled, his voice light and teasing when he added, “So no worries. No one could have heard you.”
Oh, hell, no, he didn’t just say that. She opened her mouth to tell him that they’d both been loud, but she shut it again.
Because he was right. She’d been the noisy one.
Damn. She should really have orgasms with other people more often. She moved from the bathroom to the door of her loft and not so subtly opened it for him to leave.
Ben looked amused but didn’t say one word as he crossed the room. As he came up even with her, he cupped her jaw and planted one hell of a kiss on her. If she hadn’t still been trembling from what they’d just done, she’d have pushed him away. But as it was, she had to fight her limbs, which wanted to cling to him like Saran Wrap.
Lifting his head, he sent her one last look of wicked promise, and then he was gone.
Alone, she shut and locked her door and then leaned back against it. What had she just done? There was really only one man in town who had the power to hurt her. And she’d just had sex with him.
Chapter 13
Ben dreamed about Aubrey writhing in ecstasy in his arms. Best dream ever. He was late getting out of bed, but it was worth it, he thought, hitting the road running as he headed along the harbor. The icy ocean air—so cold it felt like hell had frozen over—sucked the breath from his lungs, but the discomfort was nothing compared to what he’d felt in some of the places he’d been.
Sam was waiting for him at the pier, running in place, his breath puffing out in little white clouds. “Thought maybe you weren’t coming,” he said, and looked Ben over carefully. “Rough night?”
Yeah, not exactly. “I’m good,” Ben said. And he was. Possibly a little too good.
Sam let it go, and they ran hard, as usual. No words necessary.
An hour later, Ben was in the bookstore when Aubrey stormed in with eyes flashing, boots clicking as she moved across the floor, anger coming off her in waves. She was wearing yet another businessy dress, this one made of soft, sweater-like material that covered her from chin to knee but nicely hugged the curves he now knew intimately.
He was pretty damn sure he should have been over her enough not to get hard at the sight of her. “What’s up?” he asked.
Like he didn’t know…
“My car won’t start,” she said animatedly, furious and beautiful. “Something happened to it overnight.”
Yeah. He’d happened to it. He’d pulled the coil wire late the night before after a drink with Luke. The coil wire was still in his pocket, as a matter of fact.
Aubrey stalked across the store, straight to Ben’s still-steaming to-go cup of coffee, which Leah had poured for him. She drank from it as though it were her lifeline.
All without making eye contact with him. “Black. Blech.” She sighed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t afford a mechanic.”
She wasn’t going to need one.
“It’s always something,” she said, sounding tired. Frustrated. At the end of her rope.
Still not looking at him directly.
Another man might have felt guilty as hell, but Ben told himself he wasn’t another man. He wanted to know what she was up to, what was wrong, and he’d meant it when he’d said he wanted to know if she was okay. And yeah, after last night, he was more curious than ever. There was no better way to figure her out than to drive her around. “Where do you need to go?” he asked.
She looked down at her phone, thumbing through screens with dizzying speed.
He put a hand on her. “It can’t be far,” he said. “You need to open the store in an hour and a half, right?”
She finally looked at him and then blushed. He figured that was the “wild monkey sex,” as she’d called it. The best wild monkey bathroom sex he’d ever had. “Do you need a ride?” he asked.
“No,” she said quickly. Too quickly.
“Look at you, lying so early in the morning.”
She blew out a breath. “Okay, so I have a few…errands to run.”
“I’ll take you.”
She drank some more of his coffee and just stared at him. “Why would you do that?” she finally asked.
Because he was a jerk. “It’s the neighborly thing to do,” he settled on.
“We’re not neighbors.”
“Okay, it’s the thing to do for someone who screamed your name as she came.”
She sputtered. “I so did not scream your name.”
“The mirror practically shattered,” he said.
“I can’t believe—that is just so rude of you to say.”
“I loved it,” he said simply, and watched as a good amount of her defensiveness drained away. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s hit the road. I’ve got an errand, too. The stain came in for your shelves. Oh, and I need to buy more condoms.”
“You do not need more condoms. Remember? We decided we were a one-time thing—” Then she seemed to finally catch his drift and realized, belatedly, that he was just yanking her chain. “Shut up,” she said.