Talk Me Down. Victoria Dahl

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СКАЧАТЬ she let her eyes drop and her smile faded. Ben wasn’t in uniform tonight. He was wearing his jeans and boots and an old brown coat, but besides that he wore a faded green T-shirt that clung to his chest. When he took off his hat and shrugged out of the coat, she felt like she was seeing him naked. Her sex actually tingled.

      Oh, God, his shoulders really had gotten wider, his arms more solid. His hair was slightly damp and it clung to his nape. Molly bit back a groan, trying to fight the urge to walk over and run her tongue down the back of his neck.

      She’d never even kissed the man, but right now she wanted to eat him up, swallow him whole, ditch Lori Love and this bar and drag him home with her for mindless, sweaty, dirty sex. He looked young and hot and delicious. And he was here. With her.

      Molly grabbed her drink and drained half of it in four swallows.

      “Maybe I should start making you another,” Juan guessed, and Molly confirmed his question with a hurry-up motion as Ben took the seat beside her.

      She didn’t look at him. Her panties were already wet, her nipples hard, and she was sure if she met his eyes his police instincts would pick up on her horniness right away.

      Yes, she wanted to do him, but there was a difference between seduction and taping a big sign to your forehead: You don’t have to bother with small talk, mister. Just take me in the broom closet and use me like the cheap ho I am. That kind of thing should really come later in a relationship.

      “So, um…” Ben cleared his throat. “Did you have a nice day?”

      “Yes.”

      When he shifted, his knee brushed hers, making Molly jump.

      “Sorry,” he offered and moved his leg a few inches away.

      Molly slumped and sucked down the rest of her drink. A pleasant warmth soaked into her muscles and relieved some of her concerns. So she was horny? It wasn’t a crime even if she was thinking about molesting a policeman.

      “You’re mad, aren’t you?” Ben said softly. “I didn’t mean to offend you today. Asking questions is my job.”

      “It’s fine.”

      Juan set the new drink down and Molly picked it up.

      “I just can’t understand what you’re hiding and why. If you’d tell me…”

      “Dream on, Chief.” Buoyed by the lemon drops, Molly turned on her bar stool and let her knees press against his hip. “My secret is the most interesting thing about me. Why, look! You can’t stay away! Don’t deny that you came here to see me. You’re not even on duty.”

      “Maybe.” He arched a look down at her knees, bare except for the black tights she wore under her miniskirt. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

      “Well, my legs have forgiven you, and isn’t that all that matters?”

      His eyes warmed by slow degrees, and when he met her gaze, alcohol or not, Molly plummeted right back into heady lust.

      “I won’t deny the importance of that,” he murmured. Then he took his sexy eyes off her and raised his empty bottle to signal for another.

      The door opened behind them and Molly prayed it wasn’t Lori. Let there have been an accident…. No injuries! Just a slow-speed pileup in the gas station parking lot that will keep her busy for another hour. Ben’s resolve was weakening, Molly could see it, like he was stripping his clothes off right in front of—

      “Long time no see!” Lori said from behind her.

      Ben tipped his head and stood. “I’ll let you two catch up.”

      “You don’t have to—” But he was already moving away. Molly watched him go with mournful eyes.

      “Don’t tell me Miles actually got it right?”

      “What?” Molly asked, distracted. What a gorgeous ass that man had, all tight muscle and—

      “Are you and Ben hooking up? Didn’t you just move back to town—” Lori looked at her watch “—about seventy-two hours ago?”

      “No.” Molly laughed as Lori perched her petite little behind on the seat Ben had vacated. “It’s been a full four days. Wait, how many hours is that? More than seventy-two?”

      “I’ll have whatever she’s having,” Lori said quickly. Juan raised an eyebrow at Molly.

      “It’s a lemon-drop martini,” she confessed in a whisper.

      “Perfect.”

      “And I’ve waited ten years to get in that man’s pants, so don’t begrudge me.”

      “Only ten?” Lori asked, green eyes sparkling like polished jade.

      “Okay, more like twelve. I can’t take it anymore. Something’s gonna fall off if I don’t use it soon.”

      “Oh, no, you can’t have my sympathy on that, Molly. I’ve lived in this town my whole life and most of the eligible men think I’m gay. You got to go to Denver to spread your wings. And legs.”

      Molly nearly spit her drink out as she collapsed in laughter. Juan was blushing, so he must have overheard, but surely he’d heard worse than that before.

      When she recovered, Molly looked over her old friend’s tiny waist and narrow hips, then up to the big curls she wore in a chin-length bob. “Why does everyone think you’re gay?”

      Lori held her drink with just her thumb and pinky and raised the other three fingers above the rim. “One,” she said and ticked it off, “I never put out in high school. Two, I refused to give Jess Germaine a blow job in his backseat when I finally did start dating. Three, I fix cars. Lesbian, all the way.”

      “Well, I’ll try not to drop my keys near you, then.”

      “Oh, I’ll be on you like white on rice, sista.”

      They both roared with laughter at that, drawing looks from the other patrons. “Sorry,” Molly called. “Nothing to see here.” The men turned back to their beers, all except Ben, who sat at the other end of the bar, watching them like a movie. He aimed a disapproving glance at her drink, so Molly ordered another.

      “I noticed you painted all the Love’s Garage trucks lavender.”

      “Aren’t they pretty?”

      “And your dad doesn’t mind? How is he, by the way?”

      “He died a few months ago, Moll.”

      “Oh! Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, Lori. No one told me.”

      “It’s okay. You’ve been gone a long time.”

      “I just…Last I heard he was doing better. Oh, Lori, I’m sorry.”

      “No, it was time. He was ready—I could see it in his eyes.”

      Molly СКАЧАТЬ