“Wait.” She paused. “Don’t sleep out there tonight. You’ve done that for too long.”
“Comfy enough. I get some shut-eye.”
“It’s not right, and the woman next door, the one with rags in her hair, she doesn’t like it. I can tell by the looks shegives you.”
Jayden couldn’t give a flying fuck what the neighbor thought, but right now, he was more interested in what was going through Tammy’s mind. Was she inviting him into her bed?
I don’t want to rush her.
Never in his life had he considered saying no to a hot bit of ass, but Tammy was more than that.
“Sleep in here.” She gestured to the sofa. “It will be better for you.”
“On the couch?” He set his gun back on the shelf.
“Yes.” She stepped closer and placed her hand on his chest. “Is that okay?”
“I’m okay with whatever you’re okay with,” he said softly and pressed his hand over hers, holding it against his heart. “And I’ll happily take the sofa, but will you do one thing?”
“What’s that?”
Her eyes were mesmerizing. Every time he looked deep into them, he saw something new. Right now, it was a new glimmer of confidence.
“Give me a goodnight kiss,” he said. His arms ached to hold her, to pull her close, and he had to remind himself again they were going at her speed, not his usual ninety miles an hour. “Just here.” He touched his lips. “A kiss just here.”
“Only one?”
“I’ll take as many as you’re offering.” Damn it, his cock was hardening. Being this near to her was tough on his resolve.
She tilted her face, went onto her toes, and set her mouth over his.
Her delicate sweetness was intoxicating and reminded him of being between her legs, tasting her, pushing her into an orgasm that had almost had her sliding to the floor. Any other woman he would’ve bent over the sofa straight afterward, fuckedhard, and found his own pleasure as she’d finished with hers.
But not Tammy. And he was glad he’d jerked off to make his cock less needy when her pussy had been weeping onto his tongue.
But it was needy now. Her small fingers lightly touching his jaw as they kissed was more intense than any frantic grope. He wanted her fingers all over his body, exploring, touching, then stroking his cock and cupping his balls.
He held in a groan and pulled back. “We should call it a night.”
Her eyebrows drew together a fraction.
“Not because I don’t like kissing you…” He laughed. “I like it too much.” He shoved his hands down his pants and adjusted his cock, trying to find a more comfortable position for it.
“Oh … I…” She touched her necklace. “Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault you’re hot.”
“Hot?” Her eyes widened then she laughed. “No one has called me hot before.”
“Well, they should have, because you are.” He ran his gaze down to her toes and back. “Look at you.”
She didn’t answer.
“You’re naturally pretty, and that’s damn sexy and very hot. You better believe it.”
She took a step back.
“Just because your ex told you otherwise, and I’d put money on the fact that he did, don’t mean it was the truth.” He didn’t want to think about all the awful thingshe’dsaid to her. “The truth starts now, and you are a damn good mom and a beautiful, sexy woman.” He sat heavily on the sofa and began to undo his boots. “And you’d better believe it.”