“Want to come to my place?” A zing of excitement echoed through me when he bit down on his bottom lip.
“Y-yeah.” His eyes turned down for a second, but when I would have worried he was beating himself up for the stammer, he turned his golden eyes on me. A small smirk lifted half of his mouth. “Sounds like I n-need therapy.”
“Do you need to grab anything from your house first?” I draped my arms over his neck, my heart racing at the idea of the contrasting sight of tattooed Cade on my pastel bedding. Imagining him there was sexy as hell—all those corded muscles wrapped in Egyptian sheets and a thick down comforter.
He pressed a kiss to my mouth. “I’ll u-use your toothbrush.”
“Eww!” I teased, but he kept his smile as he got in the car.
Cade
She invited me over.
That was the only thought circling my brain on the ride to her place. It felt like a win—another boundary she’d let me step over. Yeah, I’d been to her apartment before, but that was before we’d had sex. Before she’d let me sweep her into my arms and kiss her. Before I knew what she sounded like when she came. This was my chance to be with her in an environment where she could truly let herself go.
I was kidding about the toothbrush. At my request, she swung into a convenience store on the way home, and I grabbed a stick of deodorant, a toothbrush, and condoms. I wasn’t sure if she had them, but it wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.
As she unlocked her apartment door, she sent a foxy little smile over her shoulder and I followed her heart-shaped ass inside.
In the kitchen she poured herself a glass of wine. I could tell by the way her slender throat worked as she swallowed how nervous she was. Nervous after all we’d done?
Maybe she was nervous because she was thinking of what we’d done the night before last. Body-to-body, hot-and-sweaty, moaning-panting sex followed by her in my arms.
Knowing I was about to claim her for myself again had the blood roaring through my veins. I had the bizarre urge to beat my chest.
On the opposite side of the counter, she smiled demurely up at me. That short striped dress was killing me in the best way. Sexy and simple, and those legs…
Her blond hair sat on her shoulders, thick black lashes darting downward as she lifted her wineglass and took a drink.
“Do you want to watch some TV?” she asked after she licked her lips.
I liked how she waited for me to come to her. That she wanted me to pursue her.
For now,an ugly part of my brain chimed in. Between running the trash to the dumpster and sliding across the grease-covered floors at work tonight, I’d thought about how I couldn’t give a girl like Tasha what she deserved. But there was one thing I could give her that no other guy could.
Me.
My attention. My body.
“No TV,” I said. “I could use a quick shower, though.” I’d tugged on a clean T-shirt and jeans at the restaurant. I always kept a change of clothes in my locker, but it’d be nice to wash my hair.
“No shower. Let’s get dirty first.” She blushed.
I liked her timid. It made me bold.
I came around the counter and wrapped my arms around her lower back. My fingertips wanted to go lower to cup her bottom, but I resisted for a moment longer. She was being sweet. I wanted to try it.
She lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck like she had out by my car. I liked when she did that, and the way her eyes turned up to my face. I lowered my lips to taste hers, and she kissed me back. Then she pulled her lips from mine to kiss the underside of my jaw. She tongued the hollow of my throat, peppering kisses along the side of my neck.
I threaded her hair through my fingers, forgetting my intention to seduce her as she seduced me instead. A shot like a lightning bolt zipped down my spine when she lashed her tongue against my Adam’s apple. God. Her mouth on me. I’d never been so turned on. I tightened my grip around her soft, silken hair, out of my mind with wanting her.
She drove me crazy.
I held her to me, one hand in her hair, one fist wrenched around the material of her dress. I hauled her skirt up and cupped her ass. Her bare ass. I trailed my fingers along those cheeks and found the string of her thong. A fucking thong. My erection hardened as she scraped her teeth up my neck and stuck her tongue in my ear.
A growl sounded between us—mine.
She wasn’t wasting any time. Her fingers glided beneath my shirt and her nails raked my abs, my pecs, and over my nipples. Her mouth hit my chest, lighting me up with a series of damp kisses.