15. 15
“Want to go home or out for something sweet?” Caden asked as they approached Dickenson.
“I’ve got ice cream at home, want to come in and have some?”
“Sweetheart, if I come in, I’ll end up staying for a lot more than ice cream.” He didn’t know if she was up for another night, but he’d tossed clothes for work tomorrow into one of his saddle bags just in case. He believed in being prepared and he didn’t know what her work schedule was like.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Her voice was a soft purr in his ear that made his jeans go tight.
He tried to shift a little to ease some of the constriction but failed. “Sweetheart, I swear you’re trying to kill me.”
“How?” She didn’t seem to know how she affected him.
“That sweet purr of yours in my ear, it makes me hard. I’m regretting these jeans about now.”
“Oh really?” Her hand moved against his belly.
Caden wondered what she was up to and didn’t realize what was going on until he felt the pop of the button on his jeans give way.
“You really are going to kill us like that.” He used one hand to bring hers back up around his belly, knowing it was only a matter of time until she’d be back at it.
He hoped they could make it to her house first.
Caden couldn’t help the grin on his face as they reached town and he worked his way through the streets, knowing they’d be at her place soon.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to try again?” Her fingers inched down, not really going for his jeans again, but reaching in that direction as she purred in his ear again.
His cock hardened and ached at the restriction of his jeans. He fought back the urge to growl. Not yet. That would only encourage her. Instead, he pulled up in front of her house and killed the engine.
“If you keep that up, we may not make it inside.”
Her hands dipped on his belly, teasing their way down to his open jeans. Caden clenched his teeth and tried to force himself to calm down. She deserved better than a frenzied rutting against the inside of her front door. The way she was going, he’d be lucky if he managed anything else.
After a moment she must have decided to have mercy and stop teasing him because her hand moved away and she climbed off the bike, putting her hands on his shoulders as she did. He missed her heat against him, but as soon as she was on the ground, he propped the bike onto the kickstand and stepped off himself.
In no time they had their helmets off and stowed and were headed for the door. He waited while she unlocked it. Looking up and down the street to distract himself from how badly he wanted his hands on her. To stop what she was doing and kiss her breathless.
She took his hand and tugged him inside. His mind was still reeling as she closed the door and pushed him back against it. He lifted his hands, wanting to tug her close and kiss her but before he had the chance, she’d pulled the edge of his shirt free from his jeans and slid her hands underneath, then moved close and stretched to kiss him.
It didn’t take Caden long to get into this. His hands buried in her hair, pulling it loose from the low pony she’d had it in and tangling his fingers in the thick tresses.
She groaned against his mouth pressing closer. One hand snaked below the waistband of his still unbuttoned jeans, making him jump as her hand closed around his length. It took everything he had not to lose himself in the moment. They made it to the bed, but just barely.