“Do you want me to text you when—” The door shuts behind him, and I stand there staring blankly at it, wondering where I went wrong.
Just weeks ago, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Unable to handle another second of his hot and cold, I stalk after him.
“Troy.” He’s halfway across the yard when I catch up with him, freezing in nothing but my pajamas. “What in the hell is your problem? I thought we were okay?”
He lets out a slow exhale. “I don’t want to fight.”
“Why are you angry?”
“I’m not angry.”
“Oh, really? Is that why you won’t even look at me?”
“I’ll see you in the morning. We’re good, I promise.”
“Fine, whatever, better go get to doing whomever you need to do.”
He turns on a dime and grabs my wrist, and before I know what’s happening, I’m flush to him as he places my palm over his erection. I gasp at the feel of the bulge in his jeans as he leans in close.
“In an adult relationship, sex is gradual,” he grits out. “There’s no one and done.” Heat rolls off him as he runs my hand back and forth along the len
gth of his cock. “You take the time to get to know the person, make sure your goals match because you’re well versed on what you do, and do not want.”
Realization dawns that my own words have come back to bite me in the ass.
“I want to be what you need. I want to be that man for you. And I’m fucking trying.” Mouth parted, he growls, yanking me closer. “It’s not anyone but you, and right now, I’m not in the mood for conversation. It’s taking everything I have not to rip those fucking pajamas off your body, spread your legs and eat that beautiful pussy and ass you so painstakingly keep waving in my face.”
In the next second, I’m covered in nothing but Troy, his warm hands, lips, and tongue as he plunges it into my mouth. I kiss him back in a fever, wrapping around him and tugging at his hair. He grips my ass fully while I climb him like a monkey before grinding on him like a stripper.
“Jesus Christ, I swear you’re trying to kill me,” he rasps out between kisses as I grip his sweater, pulling in for more. Enveloped in his hold, he deepens the kiss as I hook my ankles around his waist. It’s freezing, but we’re an inferno in between our two yards, the neighborhood eerily silent. Only the sound of our kiss and mingling fast breaths between us.
He rips himself away. “Fuck, I can’t take this.”
My lips are too busy for a reply as I suck on his neck, inhaling his cologne, my body lit. And then we’re moving, my lips locked on his neck as he opens the door to his house.
This has me pulling back.
“Theo’s in Houston, Lance went home.” That’s all he manages to get out as he whisks me up the stairs and sets me down on the edge of his bed. We both turn to see Dante sleeping soundly feet away. And then we’re kissing again while he slowly unbuttons the top of my pajamas, moving the material just enough to expose one of my breasts before pulling it into his mouth.
I moan, my head falling back as he alternates between licks and sucks.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, gliding a warm hand up my neck before threading his fingers through my hair.
“Troy,” I say, whimpering as my pulse pounds between my legs.
“I love that answer,” he says, rimming a finger along the waistband of my pajamas.
“Touch me, please.”
“You’re sure?”
I nod.
“I need words, Clarissa.”
“Yes, touch me, please. I’m so fucking wet.”
He groans in reply, drawing the string on my bottoms, giving them just enough of a push so they slide to the floor. His perfect lips part when he sees my thong.