“Night, Mads.” Daphne watches her friend leave the room, then throws her leg over my lap and straddles me. “I feel like I just had chaperones on a date or something.” Her silvery-blue eyes sparkle as she runs her fingers through my hair. “Want to come upstairs?”
“Daphne.” I wrap my hands around her wrists and hold her still. “I’m not going to fuck you in another man’s house.”
“What?” She pulls back, the hurt clear in her beautiful silver eyes.
And I don’t like being the cause of it.
I cradle her cheeks in my hands, smoothing her hair back from her face, the smell of her pear shampoo enveloping the two of us. I never knew I’d associate pears with sex. But I’ll never be able to smell them without thinking about it again.
She gasps when I lean in and suck her bottom lip between mine, and my cock swells from the sound.
“Have dinner with me tomorrow night at the new house. Just you and me. And pack a bag because you won’t be coming home after.”
She wiggles her perfect peach of an ass against my already rock-solid cock, and I groan. “Daphne...”
“Just come upstairs, Max. I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.” Her voice is breathy. Needy. And so fucking sexy. “Please.”
My hand glides inside the leg of her pink cotton shorts and traces the seam of her bare, hot pussy. “I’m not fucking you here, Daphne.” I circle her clit as she tries to get me to give her what she wants. “You’re not coming on my cock in another man’s house, but I’ll take care of you if you can be quiet.” I drag my tongue up the column of her throat and swallow her gasp as I push two fingers into her wet heat and rub the heel of my palm against her clit. “Can you be quiet, Daphne?”
She rocks her hips against me, breathy little moans escaping from her pink lips.
“Shh. Not a sound or this stops.”
Her fingers slip under my shirt, scoring my skin with her nails. And I swear to God, my balls draw up like I’m gonna come in my pants. I mentally go through everything I’ve got to do tomorrow while I work her faster, making sure she’s the only one who comes on this couch. And when I push my thumb down on her clit and bite her bottom lip, my siren comes on a silent cry. Eyes closed and mouth open in a perfect O. Fucking beautiful. The scent of sex mixes with the clean, crisp scent of her, cementing my newfound love of pears, and I pull my fingers from her and place them against her bottom lip. “Suck.”
Daphne’s eyes widen in surprise, and she wraps those pouty, soft lips around my fingers and hums as she sucks.
Jesus Christ.
She pops her lips off me and smiles. “Are you sure you don’t want to come upstairs? Pretty sure I owe you one.” Her hips circle my dick, and this little siren smiles a wicked smile, full of promise.
“Dinner tomorrow. My house. Luka will pick you up.” I wrap my hands around her tiny waist. This woman is all soft curves and even softer skin that my hands ache to touch. I lay her back against the couch and trail my fingertips over the satin piping of her red tank. “I want to make you dinner. Then I want to eat you for dessert.”
Her eyes crinkle with confusion. “That sounds like a date.”
“I guess it does. Do you have a problem with that?” The words leave my mouth before I consider what I’ll do if she says yes.
She shakes her head. “I thought we weren’t doing the dating thing.”
I move my face close to hers and drop my lips to her forehead. “You deserve more than our little arrangement.” I stand and right my clothes, then hold my hand out for her to take. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Now, walk me out.”
I’ve never been a man afraid to work for what I want. And I want this woman.
Daphne’s white-blonde hair falls in soft waves around her flushed face but does a shit job at hiding her frustration. “You’re really not going to come upstairs?”
I gather her silky hair in my hand and tug her head back as I crowd her. “No. I’m not. I’m a man, Daphne. Not a boy. I want you in my bed. In my house. I thought I didn’t have time for a relationship, but I think what I don’t have time for is games. I don’t want to fuck around. I want you. But not here. Not down the hall from your roommate, who clearly wants to fuck you.”
“He does not want to fuck me, Max. He’s my friend.” She takes a defiant step into me, and I tilt her head back.
“Oh, he wants to fuck you. Have you looked in a mirror?” I tug harder on her hair. “Any man with eyes would want to fuck you, Daphne. And that man knows you. So he knows you’re gorgeous, and smart, and have a giant heart. You’re the entire package. And I’m an ass for not telling you that sooner.”
When she stares at me without answering, I kiss her lips and back away. “Tomorrow night, Daphne.”
I close the front door behind me, leaving her in a sex-dazed haze before I drive back to spend my last night at my father’s house, alone in my bed.
Getting myself off while I think about my siren sleeping under another man’s roof.
Not what I was planning for the night.
But it’ll have to do.