A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [124]
“Uh-uh. He said if we started making out, we wouldn’t be able to stop.”
“Oh, sure. It’s more likely he realized that once you started making out, he’d embarrass himself. I know what making out with you is like, and if this guy had no control to begin with, the first time he got beyond kissing, he’d be toast in seconds. I had my moments when I wondered if it would happen to me.”
“You did?” She sounded pleased to know that. “You never told me.”
“Then I should have.” There were lots of things he hadn’t told her, including those three all-important words of love. “You’re very hot, Pris.”
“I thought I was that way because of you.”
“I’m flattered. But I think you’re naturally hot-blooded, especially if you’re with a guy who appreciates that quality.”
She sighed. “I guess Brad didn’t.”
“Oh, I think he did appreciate it.” Josh spotted a drive-through. “I think he was hoping that you’d help him solve his problem. But not telling you and disguising it by saying you should both save yourselves for the wedding night is despicable.” Satisfyingly despicable. He had no remorse for helping Pris escape from Brad-baby.
But now he had a decision to make, and it wouldn’t be an easy one. Beside him sat a powder keg of sexual needs, and he wasn’t in any better shape. This fast-food run would give them a little time to consider their actions. He eased the big car off the street and swung it into the order lane, miraculously without running over any curbs.
“I still feel like a fool for letting Brad get away with his little trick,” Pris said.
“It’s just that I know how important sex is to you, so I would think you’d have wanted to make sure all the spark plugs were firing before you said I do.”
“I probably agreed because I felt the need to put space between having sex with you and having sex with him.”
“Oh.” He’d felt exactly the same way, and that’s why he hadn’t dated anyone for six months. “I get that.”
“Josh, was sex between us really that good, or has all this deprivation made it seem better than it was?”
“I don’t know.” But he could think of one surefire way to find out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PRIS COULDN’T SPEAK for Josh, but she was going crazy thinking about the possibility of having sex with him again. He, however, seemed to be relatively calm. Or so she thought until he spoke into the intercom on the menu and asked for two Big Macs.
“Josh.” Laughing, she shook his arm.
He glanced over at her. “What? You want chicken instead? I thought you said hamburgers, and we always used to get—”
“Josh, this is Burger King.”
“Oh.” His face grew red. “I knew that.” Clearing his throat, he turned back to the board and asked for two Whoppers, a large order of fries and two chocolate shakes.
It was the meal that had become a tradition with them on nights they could hardly wait to get back to his place and strip naked. They used to eat in the car on the way to his apartment, so they wouldn’t lose any time. Any of the fast-food hamburger places had been fine with them, whichever one had the shortest drive-through line.
Pris wondered if Josh remembered all that. Tonight they weren’t anywhere near his apartment, and even if they had been, the days of automatically assuming they’d go there and have sex were over. Six months ago she’d given him an ultimatum—either marry me or I walk. He’d chosen option B.
No matter how hard he’d worked in the past six months, he wouldn’t have saved enough to realize his dream and buy a limo company of his own. She’d had time to think about that goal of his. Giving her up to pursue it hadn’t been easy for him, and she grudgingly admired him for sticking to his plan.
So if she and Josh had sex tonight, it couldn’t be about anything except mutual gratification, a roll in the hay for old times’ sake. She didn’t know if he’d want that. She wasn’t sure if she could handle it, either.
For the time being, they couldn’t talk about it because Josh had his hands full inching the car around the