29. Come Over Tonight #2
She has no idea how often I flip through it. “Sure is. All sorts of likes and dislikes. Mostly your likes—my dick, my dick, my dick.”
“Shut up,” she says, laughing.
“The truth is hard to swallow, isn’t it?”
“Like your dick,” she says.
I laugh, then loop my arm around her waist and tug her close. “I told you so.”
She furrows her brow, suspicion in her gaze. “Told me what?”
“That I wanted you here. That I wasn’t keeping this from you. My home,” I say, more vulnerable than I’d planned to be. But she’s earned it.
Maybe we’ve earned it.
“Show me around then. Make your bedroom the last stop.”
Doesn’t take long. Pretty sure we’ve got other things on our minds, but I also suspect her dog will appreciate the tour more than Chloe. It’ll make him more comfortable here. And if he feels at home, that’ll make our time together even better.
After I take her through the kitchen, the small office and the downstairs guest room, I show her the back door. “There’s a tiny yard, but it’s fenced in, so he’ll be safe every time he’s here,” I say, patting Captain’s flank, then stopping when I replay what I just said.
Every time he’s here.
I pull my gaze back to her, and Chloe’s lips are parted…maybe in surprise?
Shit.
I hope I haven’t said too much. “So that’s it. But it’s all mine,” I say, and wow, that’s not terribly nice. Can I underscore any more that I’m scarred from my last romance?
“Nothing wrong with being all yours,” Chloe says, offering a smile maybe of understanding.
Possibly it’s a reminder that we’re both in the same boat—we’re on the anti-romance ferry? Except, I hardly feel anti-romantic with her.
I feel…a little too much.
And feelings are dangerous.
“Let me show you upstairs,” I say and gesture to the staircase.
“What? No ride up the steps?”
In no time, I scoop her up and toss her over my shoulder, grabbing her duffel and the bag full of dog toys too. I hike her dress all the way to her fine ass, then push up the lace covering one cheek. “For that, you need to be spanked.”
“Oh no. Not the spanking,” she says dryly.
I swat her ass as I climb the steps.
And her tone is no longer dry. It’s hot and bothered as she squirms over my shoulder, a sexy little murmur falling from her lips.
I swat her again.
“Ohhh,” she gasps.
And my woman likes spanking. She couldn’t be more perfect for me. I slide my hand over one exposed cheek, soothing the sting.
She wiggles a little bit as I take another step. I’m near the top when I lift my hand once more and my palm comes down hard on her flesh.
She lets out a long, craven whimper.
It goes straight to my balls. And somehow, incomprehensibly, to my heart. Why the hell is a sex moan doing funny things to my chest? No idea, but my heart beats a little faster as I turn the corner.
We arrive at my bedroom a few seconds later, and I set her down on the bed, red dress and black heels and all my fantasies spread out on a gray cover.
I drop the bags next to her as she runs a hand across the linen. “Of course your duvet is gray. It’s so serious.”
“And I will seriously fuck you on it,” I say, then pull down her panties and toss them somewhere.
With her half naked, I grab her waist, flip her over, and whisper in her ear, “You want my hand again, sweetheart? You want this perfect ass all nice and red? You want me to make you wet with the way I spank you? Then fuck you till you’re coming all over my gray cover? ”
Her breath comes in a harsh pant. “Yes, please.”
“Good answer,” I say.
“But first,” she says, then dips her hand into the bag and grabs the alligator. She tosses it to the doorway. A quick glance tells me Captain’s there patiently waiting, and now he’ll be busy too.
I hike Chloe up to all fours, and fuck, there’s never been a more gorgeous sight than Chloe in her red dress, the material spilling over the bed, her ass on display, and her pretty pussy glistening already.
For me.
And if I know one thing about this woman, it’s that she loves to be teased. She loves to be toyed with. So I take my sweet time rolling up the cuffs of my shirt, folding each one carefully.
She squirms and moans, then pouts. “Sawyer,” she whines.
I lift a brow, advance closer, and raise my hand. Her breath catches. I smack her ass.
She yelps, then drops her head, murmuring, “More.”
I give her another swat. She gasps out another breath.
And I spank her till her sweet flesh is red, and she’s gripping the covers and rocking her hips back at me.
Then, I dip my face between her thighs, and give her a hot, passionate kiss that makes her scream.
I could spend the whole night here, but right now, I need to get inside her.
I pull away, loop an arm around her waist, then tug her off the bed.
With her back to me, I sweep her hair from the nape of her neck and open the eyelet at the top of her dress.
She shivers.
I slide the zipper down slowly, savoring every second of the material falling open, exposing the creamy skin. It’s a gift to undress her.
When the dress falls to her waist, that feeling returns. The one that works its dark magic in my chest. Sets up camp in my heart. Why the fuck am I feeling so much from…sex?
My head’s a haze though, and no answers come. I’m just filled with the need to get close to her. I kiss the back of her neck, cup her breasts, then let go and spin her around.
She reaches for the top button of my shirt, and we make quick work of my clothes and shoes too. Soon we’re down to nothing. Well, almost nothing, since I say, “Leave the shoes on.”
“Whatever you want,” she says, then sinks down onto my bed, scooting up toward the pillows.
Her red hair is fanned out like a goddess’s, long lithe body inviting, heels on. I climb onto the bed, but she holds up a hand. “One second.”
“Make it fast,” I warn her. “I told you I’m not patient.”
“Oh, but I think you’ll like waiting for this.”
She shifts to her side, reaching into the bag…of dog toys. What the fuck? She fishes around then pulls out…something green.
It takes me a second to connect the dots, but when I do I’m grinning.
“You have my tie,” I say.
“I cleaned it, like I said I would,” she says, then licks her lips salaciously.
“And let me guess. You have something in mind for it?”
“Maybe I do.”
I take the tie, nod to the headboard. “Lift your arms above your head.”
She complies, and I tie the emerald material around her soft wrists, then give a light tug to make sure it’s tight enough.
“Guess this makes my dog your wingman,” she says.
“The best wingman ever,” I reply, then I settle between her thighs and sink inside.
A rush of heat jolts down my spine.
Chloe breathes out hard.
I ease out, taking a moment to let her feel empty before I fill her again. She arches her back. I brace myself on my palms as I find a rhythm. But finding it means fighting off the onslaught of pleasure. Because…fuck.
She feels too good. Too right. Too made for me.
What the hell?
These thoughts invading my brain are coming out of left field.
But…are they?
“Wrap your legs around me,” I tell her.
She hooks her heels on my ass, and I move inside her, punching my hips, sliding in, sliding out, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. Her neck is long. Her arms are stretched above her head. Her legs, wrapped tight.
She’s giving herself to me…and the thing is…I want to take this gift. I want her, all of her, tonight and the next night. I don’t know what to do about all these annoying fucking feelings—feelings that can only lead to heartache.
But I know now why I have them when I touch her. Because I haven’t just been fucking her.
I’ve been falling for her.
And that’s a big problem.
Tonight, though, I shove those thoughts out of my head, and I fuck her till she’s gasping, shouting, crying out.
And coming undone in my bed.
Where she belongs.
After I come, too, I ease out, unknot the tie, kiss her wrists, then say, “You should come to Pour Decisions tomorrow night. Unless you have rehearsal?”
She pushes up. “I do, but it’s at five, so I can go. You sure?”
“If you want to,” I add, so she doesn’t feel pressured.
She swats my chest. “You know I do.”
“Yeah?” This makes me unreasonably happy, and I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with why.
“Of course.”
“I want you there,” I say, then trace my fingers along her stomach. “And maybe come over after. Or I can go to your place.”
“You want to watch me juggle the ducks.”
“I do, Chloe. I do,” I say, raw and truthful. I want to know everything about her.
“It’s a deal,” she says.
I shake my head. “No, it’s a date.”
And her smile, my god, it does something terrifying to my heart. Until she mutters, “Oh shit.”
“What is it?” I tense. She’d better not take off now.
“I promised you a blow job.”
I relax. “You promised the blow job of a lifetime.”
“I suck,” she says with a sigh.
“I wish you sucked.”
“Hey! Don’t make me get on my knees right now.”
I tug her close. “Tomorrow night, sweetheart.”
She sighs happily, and that cracked-open feeling returns, staying even when she says, “We should keep things on the down-low for now.”
“Agreed.” I hop out of bed, grab a washcloth, and clean her up. After, I wrap an arm around her and tug her close. “I guess we’ll have another secret.”
“I like our secrets,” she says, snuggling against me.
I press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Me too.”
Far too much.