"Brendon."
"You want me to stop?"
She looks up at me with those doe eyes. "God no."
I don't. I let my tongue claim her mouth. I let my hands untuck her over-sized button up shirt then roam beneath it. Fuck, her skin is soft and the way she groans against my lips as I slide my hand into her bra—
This is reckless.
But I need her too much to care.
"You should have warned me." She rises to her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.
"That?"
"I'd become even more obsessed with you." She slides her hand into my hair. Her touch is eager. Needy. "I want you again. I want you to fuck me right now." Her voice is confident. Her blush is slight. I'm already corrupting her.
The thought makes my balls tighten. "Can you stay quiet?"
"I don't know." She sighs as she tugs at my t-shirt. "I'm tempted to try."
Fuck, I love the sight of her wracked with desire.
But I need to be smart here.
I step backward. "Tomorrow."
She nods. "I... uh..." She grabs her mug. Places it in the sink. "You want to watch something?"
"Who is it Emma thinks you fucked today?"
Her cheeks flush. "Well. I kind of let her believe I'm into Dean."
"Dean?"
She nods. "And that we, ahem, today."
"She thinks you fucked Dean?"
"Yeah."
"Shit. I thought Em had a higher opinion of you."
Kaylee play swats me. "He's not that bad."
"He's not?"
She nods.
"News to me."
"You really think he's awful?"
"He has moments." I motion to the TV. "It's my turn to pick."
"Oh no. It is. How incoherent are we talking?"
"We'll see." I slide my arm around her waist. To lead her to the couch. But I'm not doing that.