Free His Kind of Perfect (Sugar Bay #1) by Kinsley Gibb Page B

chuckled at the glare she sent his way. He winked
and in turn, she bared her teeth, and stalked out without waiting for him to
follow.
    He did because nothing could stop him from
following the sight of her luscious bottom. He sauntered behind at a slower
pace and enjoyed the view. The night kept getting better and better.
    The brisk clip of heels against the
pavement reiterated the fact she wanted to get this night over with as soon as
possible. An ornery part of him slowed his walk to half time pace. He could almost
see the steam rise from her head.
    “I’ll follow you home.”
    “Not necessary,” she said, almost snarling and
he tried not to smile.
    “There is the small matter of payment.”
    “Really? What kind of forfeit do you plan
to collect?”
    “A small token but we’ll discuss it when I
see you home. I promised Bow Tie, remember?”
    She looked ready to argue but stopped when
she saw how serious he was. Smart girl got in her little white Prius while he
hurried to his truck.
    Ten minutes later they pulled up to her
house and parked in the driveway. He studied the family friendly neighborhood
filled with small to medium sized houses. Oak trees lined the street while
blossom-loaded crepe myrtles dotted the manicured yards. It looked like
something out of a sitcom where everyone was well versed in everyone else’s
business and had monthly progressive dinners.
    She slammed her door and faced him over the
roof. “You’ve done your duty and seen me home.”
    “I’ll see you in.” As hot as their kiss had
gotten at the bar, he didn’t want curious eyes on them when he collected his
forfeit.
    She gave him a squinty look but kept quiet, heading to her front door. He followed, noticing
the solar lights she’d installed along the walk. Her front porch was well lit
without deep shadows for intruders to hide. He nodded, satisfied. Force of
habit he supposed with two sisters and three nieces, he always scanned for
proper safety measures.
    She opened the door and he followed her inside.
A small lamp had been left on and she tossed her purse and keys onto a silver
tray on the side table. She turned to face him, arms crossed over her chest.
    Nope she wasn’t happy with him.
    “Ok, let’s get on with it.”
    He raised an eyebrow at her word choice and
she flushed. She kicked off her heels, the clatter loud on the reclaimed wood
floors.
    “How was your date with Bow Tie?”
    “Heath?” She seemed surprised by the
question, as if she’d already forgotten her date.
    He nodded, please
the guy hadn’t made a stronger impression. He hadn’t wanted to mention the
competition but he needed her to relax. Her body language screamed defense, a
far cry from the woman who’d scorched him earlier. He wanted that woman back.
    She shrugged. “Fine.”
    “Plan on seeing him again?”
    “Maybe. I’ve got plans for him.”
    He rocked back on his heels and bit back
the urge to growl. “Tell me he’s not your choice for hot and sweaty sex?”
    She blushed at the reminder of her outburst
but didn’t deny it.
    “What about me?”
    “What about you?” He didn’t like the blasé
tone she used as if he wasn’t on her radar at all.
    “Try me on for size.”
    She gasped and he tried not to wince. It
wasn’t his best line but the thought of her doing Bow Tie made him sick. “Why
have sex with a virtual stranger when I’m available. I’m safe. No diseases. No
awkwardness. I could be your sexual tutor to dirty, wild sex.”
    She looked horrified and Derek
couldn’t stand it. She looked like she’d discovered something she’d rather not.
He felt like all the progress he’d made tonight was slipping by.
    Anabelle opened her mouth,
“Umm…”
    Derek didn’t think, all he
knew was he couldn’t let her turn him down. He covered her mouth with his and
swallowed her rejection. He thrust his tongue deep, backing her against her
door, and swallowed her gasp of surprise, grateful there was no pool stick in
the way.
    Anabelle