Dirty Secrets (Get Dirty 4)

“Hey!” Allie says, letting me in before giving me a quick hug. “You’re early! I thought you might be the delivery guy.”

“I know what I want for dinner,” I say salaciously, letting my eyes rove down her curves as my body tingles from the quick press of her against me. She’s dressed in yoga pants and a soft sweater that slips off one shoulder, a hint of a lacy strap peeking out. I can’t help myself. I lean in to kiss her, intending to be soft and slow, but the scent of her perfume hits me and the kiss turns passionate and needy.

It’s been days since I’ve had her beneath me, barely able to find stolen moments together over the last week while she rushes around with work and her brother. But in this moment, she is here with me, mine and mine alone. The depth of my desire for her hits me full-force and she seems to be suffering from the same degree of need. Her full lips meld to mine, and when her tongue slips out to taste along my bottom lip, I growl and open for her, forcing her to do the same for me.

We’re still standing in the open doorway, but I give real consideration to hiking her up my body, pressing her back against the door, and filling her right here. Let all of East Robinsville hear as she screams my name. She’d be a gift to me with every moan.

I need this woman soon, need to feel her walls clench around me as she’s left boneless from the pleasure I’m giving her. I need to see her give in to me, give everything to me and take all of me in return.

We’re this close, my hand sliding down her back to her waistband, when the long buzz of my phone in my pocket stops me, both of us chuckling at the tickling sensation. I step back from the kiss reluctantly, placing a line of sweet kisses down her neck to her exposed shoulder as I pull my phone out to silence the alert.

“Dinner is here,” I say.

Her eyebrows pull together. “How do you know that?” I give her a hard look, judging her openness. For once in my life, I can’t read her, and my instincts scream at me to dodge the question until I can foresee the outcome of sharing.

A tiny angel on my shoulder, one that must’ve been placed there by Allie because I’ve certainly never had a conscience before, whispers in my mind . . . tell her. Remember, trust?

Still not sure if it’s the right play, I decide to jump with the voice. Turning my phone around, I open an app, showing her the screen. “Remember, I told you I can ping your phone? I’m also hacked into this building’s security. I get an alert whenever your code is used.”

“You’re . . .”

“I know a guy,” I reply, trying to keep my voice light to ease the shock. “You said you thought I was the delivery guy so I’m assuming the usage of your code a moment ago is our dinner being dropped off.”

I can see the gates drop down in her mind, closing her off from me. I hate it. I want to shake her and make her understand that it has to be this way. Before I can do anything foolish, however, the elevator dings.

“I’ll get dinner. Can you take this?” I say instead, holding out the gift bag I brought for her. I’d almost dropped it in favor of holding her in my arms while we kissed, but I’m glad I kept my head enough to keep it in my grip. It’s too fragile, too important to risk breaking.

“Yeah, what is it?” Allie asks cautiously, her eyes on the bag.

“A present for you,” I say simply, signing the charge slip. I’m about to slip the guy a folded twenty as his tip when I see the way he’s looking at my Allie and instead shut the door in his face.

Bag of food in hand, I stride into the kitchen, making myself at home. In some ways, though, this place already feels more like home than my own house does. It’s like being wrapped up in all things Allie . . . things she has chosen on every surface, her subtly spicy floral scent in the air, her dancewear crumpled in the corner, waiting for her to do laundry.

It’s oddly both comforting and exciting to have to nudge them out of the way in order to be in her space. I take plates from the cabinet and fill them with her order, Chinese chicken and vegetables.

It smells delicious, and I set the plates on the coffee table, along with silverware and glasses of water.

Looking up from my seat, I notice she hasn’t moved, her gift bag still hanging from her right hand and a suspicious look on her face. Trying to be encouraging, I pat the cushion next to me.