Addicted

"I started to get a house, but it seemed like a better idea to wait until I had a wife. You women are a little picky about your homes. Better to let you have a say in what everything looks like than hearing you bitch for fifty years." He chuckled and pulled out his keys, moving in front of me as nervousness danced in my stomach.

"We are quite picky. You're a smart man." I cupped his butt and squeezed softly as he glanced back a growled playfully at me. "So hot."

"Play with the pup. I'm going to clean up the bedroom a little." He moved into the apartment, which opened into the side of a huge kitchen. The place looked nothing like an apartment, but more like a luxurious home.

I walked through the various rooms, listening for the sound of a whining pup, and finding him near the back of the living room in a small pantry.

"I'm coming. I'm coming." I kicked off my heels and opened the door. A small cry left me as I fell in love immediately with the little black and white puppy that jumped up and down as if half-crazed. "Well come here, little guy."

I reached down and picked him up, cuddling him to my chest and kissing his head as I walked him back into the living room and dropped to my knees. I released him and let out a few more sounds of joy as he jumped all around me, wanting my attention until Easton walked back in.

"Hey, boy. How are you? Daddy's boy doing okay? Good to see you survived me going to dinner." He moved down and picked up the fur-ball as the dog whimpered and cried, snuggling up to Easton in a way that had my heart melting completely. He looked over at me and smiled. "You like him?"

"I love him. Give him back." I reached for him, and Easton handed the puppy back to me as he chuckled. "The neighbor boy is headed over to take him for me. I'm leaving for L.A. tomorrow at lunch. I think I told you."

"Yeah. I wish I could offer to keep him. I would love to hang out with him for a week, or a month, or even a year." I kissed the rambunctious little thing’s head and fell back on my butt as he jumped into my lap.

A knock at the door sounded, but Easton stayed in place, his brow pulled as if he were thinking through something. "You want to just stay here? I know you have class, but you can keep Eli here at the house if you want to."

I did, but it was almost too much. "I would, but I'd hate to disappoint the boy at the door. Maybe next time."

"Yeah, anytime you want." He leaned down and picked up the dog, grabbing a bag of stuff and heading to the door.

How about now? Tomorrow? Forever?

Chapter 26

Vivian

I climbed to my feet and walked to his bedroom, stopping before entering it and simply admiring the dark, silk sheets that stretched across his four-post bed. Something about the sensual masculinity of the room left my body aching for many long nights working to turn his sheets into a sweaty mess.

"You like it?" He whispered softy as he slid his hands ov

er my shoulders.

"Yeah. Unzip my dress." I glanced over my shoulder to watch his expression move from adoration to lust. "Make love to me."

"As often as you'll let me, Viv." The zipper was pulled down slowly, and the dress dropped to my feet. He worked on my bra as he swiped his tongue along my upper back. The sweet sensation of his fingers pushing the bra from my breasts was only outdone by the delicious pressure of his hands squeezing my breasts softly, his fingers tugging carefully at my nipples.

"I want you like this all the time." He pressed his teeth to the side of my neck and bit down carefully as one hand moved from my breasts down into my panties.

I cried out as his fingers slipped through my folds, playing with the sticky wetness that he caused. I arched my hips forward as he licked at the bite and ran his nose up my ear.

"I want in here." He rimmed my opening and dipped his finger into me as I arched again, not caring at all how needy I appeared. There was no one to lie to. Least of all myself.

"I need you inside of me." I reached back and slid my hand into his hair before turning my face and sinking into the sensual kiss he offered me. I turned and worked on his shirt as we continued to make love to each other's mouths, taking our time to enjoy every moment of the kiss.

Pulling back, I slipped my fingers into his shirt and forced it off of his broad shoulders as his fingers moved up my waist, encircling my nipples playfully.

"You're insanely beautiful. Like you just walked out of my dreams. Did you know that? That I'm smitten with you?" He leaned down and kissed me again, pressing his chest to mine as his hands raced up my back, his palms flat as he held me to him.

"I feel the same, baby." I pushed at him just enough to reach between us and work on his pants. His body was rock hard, his cock thick and erect, as if waiting impatiently for another session with some part of me. I backed up until I bumped into the bed, but kept my hand in his. "I want you on top of me."

"I like that." He nodded toward the bed. "Get up there."

"Yeah," I breathed in between the annoying little pants that left me. My heart was racing, though he'd made love to me before. This time felt completely new. Different.

Crawling up the bed, I laid down on my back and reached for him as he spread himself above me, pushing at my legs with his knees.