But I won’t tell him that and rain on his parade.
“I hope you like Mexican food.”
“It’s actually my favorite.”“I ate my weight in chips.” I pat my belly as he drives back toward my apartment. We agreed to head over because his boss called while we were having fried ice cream. Cash is officially part of the investigation. “Why can’t you stop eating them once you start? They’re like crack.”
“It’s the fried ice cream that does me in,” he confesses. He pulls up in front of my building and follows me upstairs.
“When do you have to go report in?”
“Tomorrow morning,” he says with a smile. “I can get most of the information remotely. And I’m not leaving you today.”
“I don’t—”
“Need to be babysat,” he finishes for me. “I know.” He shuts the door behind us and advances on me, prowling.
The look in his amazing green eyes is hot as fuck.
“I’m not here to babysit you,” he says as his hands slowly loop their way over my hips and around my back.
“No?”
“Nope.” He kisses my forehead. “I have other things in mind that don’t involve sitting.”
“No sitting.”
He smiles and kisses my cheek. His body is warm and firm, and his hands rub delicious circles over my back.
“Not unless we decide to rechristen that chair Daphne talked about,” he says. His hands glide over my butt, and he suddenly lifts me effortlessly, supporting me with his palms under my ass, carrying me to the bedroom.
“Are you ever going to kiss me?”
“Eventually.” The lips that I want so desperately on mine twitch into a sly smile. He lays me down in the middle of the bed and crawls over me, dragging his nose over my clothes, sending shivers down my spine and causing goosebumps to rise.
My back instinctively arches off the bed in invitation.
“God, you’re amazing,” he whispers against my neck. He places a wet kiss there, then drags his lips up to my ear. “Sexy as hell. Keeping my hands to myself for a whole week has been complete torture.”
“But not keeping your lips to yourself?”
He smiles down at me. “Now I feel a lot of pressure to do this right. What if I’m really bad at it, and you’re expecting fireworks?”
“You’re not bad at it.”
“You don’t know.” He kisses the apple of my cheek. “I could be a dud in the kiss department.”
He kisses the corner of my mouth, teasing me relentlessly.
Finally, finally, he presses those hot lips to mine and sinks in.
This man doesn’t merely kiss and call it a day.
No, he kisses like it’s his damn job. Like kissing me is the only thing in the world he can think about.
As if he’s wanted to kiss me for decades.
I sigh, push my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, and hold on as my body comes to life under him. His hand cups my breast over my shirt, his thumb brushing over my puckered nipple.
We’re fully clothed, and I’ve never been so turned on in all my life.
“So sweet,” he whispers before changing the angle of the kiss and diving in all over again. I’m drowning, and it’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Am I a dud?”
I lick my lips and narrow my eyes as if I’m thinking it over.
Honestly, I just can’t make coherent thoughts form yet.
“Brielle.”
“I like the way you say my name.”
He quirks a brow. “How’s that?”
“Like it feels good on your tongue.”
“Your name isn’t the only thing that feels good.” He licks along my jawline. “You make me crazy, you know?”
“No, I didn’t know.”
“Well, you do now.” His lips cover mine again, and his hand tugs my shirt out of my pants. He kisses and undresses me as if it’s effortless.
As if he does it every day.
The air is cool against my naked skin.
“Goosebumps,” he whispers before suckling my nipple, then blowing on it.
I had no idea it could get harder than it was.
But it can. It does.
And he’s still dressed.
“If I’d known you were hiding all of this talent, I would have attacked you days ago.”
He chuckles and lets me pull his shirt over his head so I can get my hands on his warm, smooth skin.
He’s tanned.
Toned.
Has muscles for days.
And for now, he’s all mine.
“You look like the cat who ate the canary,” he says.
“Oh, I’m pleased for sure.” And in just a mere ten seconds, I have him naked, his heavy cock resting on my belly as he kisses me silly.
I work him over, gently at first, and then with more aggression as he hardens more in my grasp.
“Condoms,” he mutters.
“Drawer.” I point to the table beside the bed and grin when he finds an unopened box.
A girl should always be prepared.
Even girls who never get laid.
You just never know.
I take the little packet from him, tear it open, and with my gaze glued to his, I roll it down his length, enjoying the way his jaw clenches from the pleasure.