Chapter 36
DANNY
We’re lucky that we have the apartment to ourselves.
Lorenzo has a school function, which will buy Sadie and me a few hours of privacy.
Andy must have his phone in silent mode or he would have blown mine up already, just like Puck and Paris have.
News about what happened to Sadie’s car has already spread like wildfire through campus.
“Do you have any preference where you want to order tacos from?” I ask.
“I thought maybe we could make them ourselves.”
I rub my neck. “I’m sure we have taco shells and salsa, but I’m not really good in the kitchen.”
She smirks. “Lucky for you, tacos are my specialty.”
Unable to resist, I pull her closer, caging her in against my body. “Oh yeah? Are you trying to win me over through my stomach?”
“Isn’t that how it’s done?” Her smile broadens.
“It’s a perk, but I’d be yours even if you were the worst cook in the world.”
She blinks fast, and I swear her eyes seem brighter. I lean forward, ready to steal a kiss, but she steps back, breaking free from my embrace.
“I’m famished. I’d better get started before you meet my hangry version.”
“Is it worse than your angry version?”
“Of course, dude. It’s a compound feeling.”
I make the sign of the cross in jest. “Then no, I don’t want to see that side of yours.”
Sadie shakes her head before she turns around and veers for the fridge. “I hope you have some type of protein.”
“Andy always has meat handy. He and Lorenzo are carnivores.”
“Me too. How about you?” She pulls a tray of ground beef from the fridge.
“I eat meat, but I won’t die if I go a couple of days without it.”
She gives me a scathing glance. “You’d better not be a closet vegetarian, Danny. That would seriously not work in your favor.”
“Oh, so you’re saying if I’m not ravenous for blood and rotten flesh, I’m not good for you?”
She twists her nose, making her look more adorable than what’s fair. It’s hard to stay on my side of the kitchen island.
“Who’s eating rotten flesh?”
I point at the tray of meat in her hand. “That’s rotten flesh right there.”
“Gross. Stop putting images in my head.”
I pull up a stool and sit down. “All right. I’ll stop.”
“Where do you keep the taco shells?”
“I think there’s some in the pantry. I’ll get them.”
I stand again and go look for the dry ingredients to make dinner.
In the pantry, I also find a margarita mixer bottle.
It’s the middle of the week, but hell, after what happened today, we both could use a drink.
I bring everything to the kitchen and set it on the counter.
Sadie eyes the margarita mixer and raises an eyebrow at me.
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Danny?”
“Not at all. But we can’t have tacos without margaritas. That’s against the law.”
She chuckles. “Is that so?”
“Yep.”
“Are you even old enough to drink?”
My jaw drops. “How dare you bring up that pesky detail?”
She shrugs. “Don’t you know this already? Antagonizing people is my favorite pastime.”
I circle around the island and walk over until she has nowhere to go. I place my hands on each side of the counter to cage her in.
“Do you want to know what my favorite pastime is?”
She lifts her chin and looks into my eyes. “Flirting with danger?”
I grin. “Flirt? Nah, I’ve moved on to making sweet love to danger.”
My mouth covers hers before she can get another sassy remark in.
I keep my hands on the counter, trying my best not to invade her space.
I just want to savor her lips for now. But Sadie is a wicked little thing.
She hooks her fingers around my belt loops and tugs me forward.
My hands immediately find her face, and what was meant to be a sweet kiss becomes hotter than tamales in a split second.
Her hands are in my hair now, pulling hard enough to toy with the line between pain and pleasure.
I lift her onto the counter, nudging her legs apart to press my hips against hers.
We break apart to help each other out of our shirts.
Sadie is wearing a sports bra though, which is a fucking pain in the ass to deal with.
“Why couldn’t you be a feminist and refuse to wear these contraptions?” I ask as I attempt to unclasp the hindrance.
“Try to run while your tits are bouncing left and right and come back to me on that.”
She runs her tongue down my neck while her nails scratch my chest. Desire shoots down my spine, and my patience leaves the building.
“Fuck, I give up.” I forget the clasp and curl my fingers around Sadie’s waistband. “These need to go.”
“Here? Your roommates can come in at any moment.”
“They won’t.”
I tug her pants down, and unlike her sports bra, they come off easily, even with her sitting on the counter.
I’m on my knees and between her legs in the next second, dying for a taste.
I lick her through the thin layer of her underwear first, making her jerk forward.
Letting out a loud moan, she grabs a lock of my hair and twists it around her fingers.
Spurred on by the sexy sounds she’s making, I slide her panties to the side and sweep my tongue over her clit, loving her sweet taste.
“Danny, oh my God.” She yanks my hair back, making it hurt a little.
Pain mixes with desire, creating a potent cocktail that makes my cock grow harder. Damn it, I can’t come in my pants. That would be unacceptable. I clench my butt cheeks, trying my hardest to ignore the tightness of my balls. This is all about Sadie. I want her to fall apart on my tongue first.
I focus on how she reacts to each of my caresses.
She likes when I circle my tongue around her bundle of nerves, and when I suck her clit into my mouth, she jerks forward again.
I grab her hips to keep her in place, digging my fingers into her skin as I begin to fuck her pussy with my tongue.
Her little moans turn louder, and then she screams my name and trembles under my touch.
I insert two fingers inside her and milk her orgasm until her body relaxes and she grows quieter.
Her hand is still in my hair, but she’s no longer pulling at the strands. Now she’s running her fingers through my curls, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I look up, finding her leaning her head against the cupboard. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is a little uneven.
I uncurl from my kneeling position and kiss the hollow of her throat.
“Only you could distract me from tacos,” she says.
“I hope you’re not hangry yet.” I bite her earlobe softly.
“Not hangry. Only hungry… for you.”
Our gazes lock, and the heat I see in her eyes is almost enough to make me lose the tight control I have over my body. I pick her up, earning a little squeak from her, and then run to my bedroom.
“Danny, what are you doing?” she asks through a laugh.
I drop her on the mattress and get rid of my jeans as fast as I can. She’s still giggling when I join her in bed.
“Stop laughing, woman. This is a serious matter.” I kiss her neck while grinding my hips against hers.
She opens her legs for me, hooking them behind my ass. “Yes, very serious,” she whispers against my lips.
I claim her mouth as I thrust forward, sheathing myself in her.
There’s no going slow because she already drove me to the point of no return in the kitchen.
I can’t think of anything besides pounding into her and making her scream my name again.
I was ready to explode a minute ago, and it takes less than that for me to lose it and climax inside her.
Another minute goes by before I stop moving and collapse half on top of her.
“Holy shit,” she says. “You were really on the verge.”
I glance at her. “Did you…?”
She smiles. “Not this time. I couldn’t keep up with you.”
Not what I wanted to hear. “I’m sorry.”
She touches my face. “Danny, don’t apologize. You made me come in the kitchen, and that was hot as hell.”
“Give me a moment and I’ll make it up to you.”
She leans on her elbows. “There’s nothing to make up for, silly boy. But you can have your way with me after dinner.”
I kiss her arm softly. “Fine. After dinner, then.”