“But you felt it too,” she said with a smirk. “You’re not as impervious as you’d like to make me think.”
“I never said I was impervious. Just that I wouldn’t act on whatever this is.”
“Even if I promised it wouldn’t go anywhere? That I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”
“I wouldn’t believe you.” He swung out an arm for her to lead the way from the hall. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
“I can get to my car alone. I’m not scared to be out after dark.”
“I know.” Over his shoulder, he said, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Declan nodded with a piece of pizza in one hand and a beer in the other. “Now you two behave yourselves.”
Outside, Chloe picked up the conversation again. “I meant what I said. I’m not looking for a serious relationship. We have some hot chemistry here. I’m just suggesting we act on it.”
They arrived at her car and she leaned against it.
“How do you see that working out, Chloe?”
“We have some great sex. Work it out of our systems, and then go on to be good neighborhood friends.”
He inched closer to her, not touching, but the heat from her skin called to him. He braced a hand on the roof of her car. “And what? When we see each other in the neighborhood, I smile and nod and pretend I’m not imagining you naked? Wave and forget the feel of your hot pussy on my dick, the taste of you on my tongue?”
She swallowed hard and nodded. “I can do it if you can. Pretend I don’t think about the ripple of your muscles beneath my fingers. Forget the press of your body between my thighs.”
All thought flew out of his head and he pressed against her. Their mouths crashed together with mashed lips and thrusting tongues. She gripped his shirt in her fists and wrapped her leg around the back of his thigh, pulling him into her. His cock throbbed. She tasted like summer—sweet and hot.
He reached under her shirt and palmed her tit, squeezing her nipple a bit, just enough to cause a gasp. When her mouth left his, he trailed open-mouthed, wet kisses across her jaw and down her neck. Her hips bucked as he sucked on her pulse point.
“Oh, God. Ronan.”
He straightened and focused on her beautiful, lust-filled face.
“Let’s go back inside,” she said.
“Declan’s inside.”
“Fuck.” She leaned her forehead on his chest. “At a time like this, I wish I owned a minivan. Something big and sprawling so you could stretch out for a proper fuck.”
He groaned. He’d never thought he’d hear Chloe McCarthy with such filthy words dripping from her tongue. It turned him on more. Maybe Brendan was right. They could fuck their way through the tension. “What time do you get off work tomorrow?”
She closed her eyes. Squinting, she said, “Midnight, unless it gets busy.”
“On a Monday?”
“Anything’s possible.”
“Not if I drive them all away. Any chance you can get off a little earlier?”
“What are you suggesting?”
“I can meet you at your place when you get home. Then we can finish this.”
She smiled. “I’m supposed to wait twenty-four whole hours?”
He skated his fingers down her front, circling each breast before moving to the juncture between her thighs. He rubbed his whole hand against the rough denim, applying enough pressure for her to sink against him. Her leg muscles clenched and moist heat radiated through the material. “Play with yourself tonight when you get home. Think about me and all the things you want me to do. Then tomorrow night, I’ll do them.”
He stepped back and took her hand. “Drive safely.”
She walked around to the driver’s side and got in. He waited on the curb until she pulled away. What the hell had he just gotten himself into? While he hoped Chloe would be able to sleep with him and forget it ever happened, he wasn’t sure he could.