Waiting for Wednesday by Mari Carr Read Free Book Online

She stared at him, dumbstruck.
    “How’d I do?” he asked with a cocky grin.
    She sucked in an angry breath at his smug attitude. “Wanna play, do you?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Play?”
    “Since you think you’ve got me all figured out, why don’t I take a stab at you ? Let’s see. You’ll probably push your chest out like a cocky bastard and strut a little.” She threw her shoulders back to illustrate her point.
    He chuckled at her imitation. “Damn, sweetheart. I sure do like the way I look on you.” His gaze fell to her out-thrust breasts and she groaned.
    “Ugh. You’re so frustrating.”
    “So what do you think I’ll say?”
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    “You’ll not only ignore everything I say, dismissing my feelings as inconsequential and unimportant, but you’ll probably even think I’m stupid enough to fall straight into your arms and bed with no more than a ‘howdy do’ just because you flash that charming grin at me. So,” she asked with a smirk, “how did I do?”
    “You think my grin is charming?” He showed her firsthand just how charming it could be.
    She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the heat building in the southern region of her body.
    He shook his head at her reaction and she noticed he was amused, a fact that began to piss her off.
    “You’re cute as hell when you’re fired up. And just so you know, you lost the game.
    None of that was even close to right.”
    Her anger vanished at his words. “It wasn’t?”
    “I respect your feelings, Lane. I always have. I held my tongue and my temper for months when I knew you were living in a miserable home. I did that because I knew you weren’t ready to leave, that you hadn’t given up hope for your marriage, and I didn’t want to influence your decision.”
    She nodded and tried to push back the tears clogging her throat. He hadn’t uttered the word divorce to her until she’d spoken it aloud, and even then he’d merely listened and offered support as she’d tried to find a way out of her marriage. He’d never come on to her in a sexual way until last Wednesday.
    “I only want one thing for you, kitten, and that’s for you to be happy. But maybe I am a cocky bastard because I sure as hell think I know the best way to make you happy.”
    “Sex?” Her tone was pure smartass, but she was struggling to regain her footing. As always, Tris had knocked her down a peg or two.
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    “Among other things,” he replied. “We’re friends and we’re attracted to each other.
    I don’t see any harm in mixing the two a bit.”
    “I’m not ready for this.”
    He nodded. “Tell you what, why don’t we just take it a step at a time? There’s no reason to rush. My pop needs you a helluva lot more than I do, although my cock is certainly disagreeing with those words at the moment.” She laughed.
    “You’ve been gone a year, Lane. Let’s take some time to get to know one another again, try to piece out where this thing is taking us.”
    “So you won’t touch me?” She needed to be clear on their parameters, their limits.
    She couldn’t spend the next few weeks anticipating and wondering what he might do.
    “I can’t promise you that. Is that what you want from me?” Was it? No, she thought. She liked holding hands with him, loved his sweet kisses—whether they were on her forehead or her lips. His foot rub had been paradise incarnate.
    “No, that’s not what I want.” She might go to hell for her desires, but she wanted him—badly. She would just have to find a way to keep their relationship physical.
    Surely she could do that.
    “Thank God,” he said with a relieved laugh. “That was gonna be a tough promise to make. You’re one hard woman to hold at arm’s length.” To prove his point, he pulled her toward him. “How ’bout a kiss to make up?”
    “Were we fighting?”
    “Nah, but I have a feeling any fights we have will be few and far between. Gotta snatch up my free kisses