A desperate, barely audible cry slips from her lips. “Yeah. I guess I kind of liked giving you head.”
“I changed my mind.”
She swallows, eyes on mine. “About what?”
“I don’t care if you’re moving into my backyard. We need to do this the right way.” I slide a finger into her, and she gasps and clenches hard around it. Slick. Wet. Tight.
Fuck Dean. I’m never leaving this room.
“You should’ve seen yourself,” I say, my mouth against her ear. “The way you were moaning around my cock, the way you weren’t afraid to take me deep. I almost came at the first touch of your tongue. If I had, I’d get more time to play with you now.”
My phone buzzes at my hip, and I ignore it. Steps sound in the hallway again, but I hold Stella close. Right now, I don’t care about a damn thing but the feel of her on my hand and the way her breath catches when I pump my fingers inside her.
Dean’s voice echoes in the hall. “Kace, your truck’s here, but you’re not,” he says, probably talking to my voicemail. “Where the hell did you go?”
Stella’s eyes lift to mine. A little panicked, but a lot hazy with lust. She swallows and rocks against me, fucking my hand with the tiniest little thrusts, like she can’t help herself. “The window,” she whispers. Her eyes float closed, as if she’s struggling to focus. “You could climb out there and go around back.”
“In a minute.” I take a handful of her hair in my free hand and gently tilt her head back. Slanting my mouth over hers, I slide a second finger inside her. Her knees buckle. I swing her around and pin her against the door, pushing it shut. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I know she’s skating on the edge of coming. The lightest pressure to her clit, and I’d get to feel the spasms of her orgasm. She’s barely holding on, and it’s hotter than anything I’ve imagined.
“Please,” she whispers, back arching, hips searching for that pressure where she needs it.
I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet. “Can you be quiet for me? I’ll make it good.”
“Yes.” Her hips jerk. “Kace.”
I press my smile to her neck. I’ve imagined my name on her lips like that—breathy from pleasure and need—so many times. “You want my mouth on this pussy? I’d play with you so long, you’d beg to come.”
“I’m begging now.”
I’m vaguely aware of Dean working in the bathroom on the other side of the wall, of the sounds of wrenches clanking against pipes and his softly muttered curses. I’m in denial if I think anything I can do right now is going to leave either of us satisfied. “I’ve wanted you too long for a quick finger fuck to ever be enough, but I don’t have time to do this right. I need to savor you, Stella. For hours, not minutes. I need you naked and moaning, need to know the taste of you coming on my tongue.”
Another thrust of my fingers, and she throws her head back in pleasure and frustration. “Please.”
I flick my tongue across her earlobe. “Only because you asked nicely.”
I shift the angle of my hand and press my palm against her. It’s like flipping a switch. She clenches around me, and her nails dig into my back, and I watch her face as the orgasm washes over her—the way her head tips back and her mouth opens before she snaps it shut again and bites back a moan of relief. And now I know what I’ll be seeing in my dreams tonight.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
Slowly, she relaxes in my arms and opens her eyes again. “Holy shit,” she breathes. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“You and me both, Freckles.” I kiss her once, hard on the mouth, before making myself drop my hands and back away. If I stay in this room any longer, I’ll be searching for condoms. “Consider that a teaser. We’re not done here.”
She leans against the wall then sinks to the floor, a satisfied smile on her face. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
I open the window and let myself have one last, long look at the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. “Is that a challenge?”
She shrugs. “Maybe. Are you gonna take it?”
“You can count on it.”Chapter NineStellaMy apartment/roommate hunt hasn’t been the smoothest, but I am highly motivated by this morning’s unexpected interlude with Kace. Damn, that was hot. I could barely focus on the lecture in chemistry. I was so distracted, in fact, that I nearly forgot I almost accidentally went on a date with my professor. I’ve wanted Kace for a long time, but now that I know how it is between us, I’m crazed for more. And I think he is too. I messaged him on my break, using Random, since that’s what he said he wants me to do. Can’t stop thinking about you. But he’s either busy or wigging out, because he hasn’t replied.