From One Night to Forever by Synithia Williams Read Free Book Online Page B

like you want me to hang around, but let’s just admit that things were fun and move on like the adults that we are.”
    She slipped on the tank top and pulled her hair out from the back of the shirt. She had no clue where the band that held her ponytail was and she wouldn’t waste her time trying to find it before leaving.
    He took a step forward. “Well, if we’re going to be adults about this, how about you admit that you enjoyed last night as much as I did, and that you would love to give me your number so we can do this again sometime.”
    His cockiness made her laugh. “Sometime, like when? The next time you breeze through Resilient? Six months from now, I’ll get a call from you and we’ll hook up again in this hotel?”
    “I was thinking more like tonight we hook up again in this hotel, but I’m good with adding six months from now, as well.” His lips rose into a sexy, confident smile.
    She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I know how you truckers are.”
    He frowned. “‘You truckers’?”
    “Yeah, you breeze into town, grab a bite to eat and a willing female to screw. I agreed to be that willing female last night, but I’m not signing on to be your regular hookup in the town of Resilient.”
    He took another step forward and took her hand, slipping his fingers through hers. His eyes stared into hers, looking both innocent and tempting. “Maybe I really like you and want to spend more time with you. Come on, last night was great. There’s no reason we can’t enjoy each other.”
    This guy was good. And obviously used to getting what he wanted from women. She noticed he didn’t deny her assumptions. And he’d said, “Enjoy each other.” Translation: “Have a bunch of sex until I hit the road.” They’d hook up one more night and then he would call her six months to a year from now when he was in the area and needed an easy lay. Not today. She’d gotten what she wanted and she refused to be his easy plaything.
    Kacey took a step back, slipping her hand out of his. “I can think of a few reasons why we can’t.” She lifted a shoulder. “Thanks for the orgasms.”
    His brows rose. She tried to walk around him, but he took her hand. “Give me your number.”
    Kacey sighed. “Why?”
    “Because I want it?”
    “You don’t need it.”
    He let go of her arm. “Yes, I do. I want to call you, even if it doesn’t include outstanding orgasms.”
    “Oh, really? Why?”
    He scratched his stomach, right below his belly button, drawing her eyes down, and once again reminding Kacey he was gloriously naked. And hard.
    “Because I like you,” he said.
    Her eyes flew up. Distracted from his nakedness, kinda sorta, once again. Casanova’s brows lowered, and confusion lined his sexy eyes. She’d bet the restaurant he hadn’t meant to say he liked her.
    The damn problem was that she liked him too. Or at least the version of him she’d spent the night with. The real him couldn’t possibly be that great.
    Her heart fluttered, the excited, happy fluttering she usually got before singing on the stage at her momma’s restaurant. The one she used to get back when she thought meeting a guy and falling in love was the best thing that could happen in her life. The older, wiser Kacey wanted to believe he was just delivering a line. The younger, innocent Kacey sighed all happy-like. Thankfully she knew how to shut the younger Kacey up. She’d had to after her “relationship” with Dewayne had blown up in her face. He’d chuckled when she said she loved him, and said she was just in love with the sex. Then he’d told her about his wife and kids. Kids who were around her age. Even after that revelation, she’d still thought she could make him love her. Make him leave his family and marry her, only to have her heart broken later when he’d unloaded her as casually as one of his trucking hauls.
    Don’t be a fool again, Kacey.
She stepped around him again and looked for her purse. “Yeah…I’m