4th & Girl

Fucking T-shirts, not sex toys.

Pretty sure if she had mentioned dildos that night at Christmas dinner, none of us would’ve been able to finish our meals. Also, we probably wouldn’t have been so damn enthusiastic for her.

We’d cheered on her new venture, completely oblivious to the fact that T-shirts weren’t even close to what she’d actually had in mind.

“So…” Gemma paused for a moment, and a cute little smile kissed her lips. “Shall we table this conversation for another time, then?”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “How about we reschedule it for never? The less I know about my Nonna peddling dildos online, the better.”

She snorted then, trying to contain her laughter and failing miserably.

Before long, I was laughing with her…and falling closer and closer to fully enthralled.

The smooth skin of her leg under my hand, I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers. They tasted like apple martinis this time, her drink of choice throughout tonight’s events, and the buzz in the air was potent.

I needed more than just this kiss, and I needed it badly.

She was like a drug in my veins, and I needed a full hit.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” I asked softly, curling my hand around her neck and my words around the shell of her ear.

She shivered and nodded.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice a soft whisper.

I dug out my wallet, tossed down a hundred-dollar bill, and guided her to the coat rack at the front to get our jackets. This wasn’t the kind of establishment with a coat check, but at least they’d had a place to put them. The stools at the table would have made the feat difficult.

My fingertips grazed her skin as I slid her jacket up her arms and settled it at her shoulders before leaning forward and burying my face in her hair.

God, she smells good.

After I quickly donned my own coat, we slid out the exit with a nod to the man at the front door and walked the two blocks to my car in near silence.

Tension bloomed and bled between us, and it was all I could do to keep from dragging her down an alley.

As it was, when we made it to the car, I’d waited as long as I could.

With a soft thud, I shoved her into the door and put my lips to hers, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders in kind.

The build wasn’t slow, and the dance of our tongues wasn’t subtle. We were both bursting at the seams.

By the time I broke it off, my cock was hard and painful in my jeans, and I pulled my hips away from her to keep her from feeling pressured.

“It was a good night tonight, Gem,” I said softly against her neck, trying to get my breathing under control.

“Really good night,” she agreed, her voice nothing more than a breath.

I pushed away and opened her door and then clicked it shut behind her when she was safely into the seat.

She watched me the whole way around the hood. I could feel her eyes, but I couldn’t watch her.

No, it was safe to say I’d have to spend the entire drive back to her apartment thinking of aunt Alma and her sex toy brigade if I had any hope of calming down my cock.

Leo pulled up in front of my apartment and slowed the Durango to a soft stop.

Instantly, a whole mess of tingles and flutters filled my belly.

Should I ask him inside?

Does he want to come inside?

I couldn’t exactly make assumptions on his behalf, but I knew what I wanted.

And it wasn’t a night that ended with a simple good night kiss. But wanting it and not acting like a virgin in a room full of dancing dicks were two different things. In fact, I think I’d proven my track record for being awkward pretty indisputably.

“Do you…uh…want to come in for a…uh…coffee?” I asked, bumbling around my intentions.

Seriously, Gemma? Coffee at midnight?

Leo grinned. “Do you want me to come inside for a coffee?”

A quiet chat over coffee was the exact opposite of what I had in mind. And I told him as much. “No, not really.”

Of course, my intentions weren’t as easy to read in my words as they were in my head, and now I sounded like a wishy-washy person with memory problems.

Not surprisingly, he quirked a brow at my rebuttal. “So, you don’t want me to come inside for coffee. But you just asked me to come inside for coffee because…?”

Shit. This sure wasn’t going as planned. Now would be the perfect time to stop beating around the proverbial sex bush and just tell him what you want… Man up, Gemma.

I looked deep into his baby-blue eyes, let my gaze linger down his face, all the way to his full lips.