Chapter 8
The Paleolithic Interruption
Eddie
Jesus Christ, this woman can kiss. If this is what her dreams are like, I’m already in trouble, because I’m as hard as a fucking rock, desperately clinging to my last threads of control.
When she whispers those words against my mouth, telling me never to stop, I’m ready to carry her to the bathroom and rip every stitch of clothing from her body.
Sink inside her and make sure the entire bar hears her moans.
Easy does it, man. Kiki deserves better than that.
Besides, I need to take my time with her. Explore every inch of her gorgeous body.
One thing is for certain—thank God for her cousin, Billie.
At first, I worried I had read everything wrong, especially with Billie’s territorial maneuver, pulling me onto the dance floor.
But then she mentioned Kiki’s dreams and I damn near lost my mind.
Kiki doesn’t know how many times I’ve thought about that night, replaying those sexy moans in my head, wondering who was pulling them out of her.
Wondering if it was me.
If Kiki felt it, too.
When I learned it had happened more than once, and I was always the main character, everything snapped into place. I realized I hadn’t imagined any of it—her nervous laughs, the lingering looks, the blush climbing her cheeks when I looked at her—it was all real.
And all for me.
Yeah, I definitely owe Billie dinner. She gave me the greatest gift ever, and it’s not even my birthday.
Although I know someone who still has a few hours left on her big day.
With a sigh, I ease Kiki to the ground, but I won’t fully release her. I can’t stop touching her, but I’ll settle for PG territory, especially when I catch the warning glance from the bartender.
Okay, buddy. Relax.
My hands circle her waist as I rest my forehead against hers. “We’re going to get kicked out if we keep this up.”
Kiki smirks. “Can’t have that, can we?” Then, to show how little she cares about being escorted out, she skates her fingers ever so softly across my cock.
It’s barely there, but it’s about to drive me out of my mind.
Judging by the smile splitting her face, she’s loving the reaction.
And I’m loving this side of her.
Sunshine with a little hurricane.
“How do you want to spend the rest of your birthday? I can take you to dinner, somewhere that doesn’t serve fried food.
” I glance at the waitress carrying a tray of burgers to a booth.
“We can stay here and have some more radioactive drinks. Or I can take you shopping for a gift, although I’m not sure what’s open right now. Whatever you want to do.”
“Hmm. So many choices.” Kiki averts her gaze, focusing her attention on my chest, her fingers sliding beneath my shirt to glide along my skin.
I buck against her palms, loving the softness of her caress. Needing everything she has to give me.
“Can I propose a new option for tonight?” Her nails scratch lightly over my skin and I swear I’m going to blow my load in my pants if she doesn’t behave.
Fuck, but I’ve never been this desperate before.
“Of course.” The words are strangled as I fight to regain control.
Seems my little vixen enjoys pushing me to the edge. “Show me how good you can make me feel.”
My own words tossed back at me, even hotter, dripping from her pouty lips.
“Let’s go. My place is ten minutes up the road.”
Her brow lifts at my offer. “Are you okay with that?”
I steal a soft kiss, one more hint of her sweetness until we reach my house. “Let me see. You naked in my bed and mine for the taking for the rest of the night? Beautiful, I’m so fucking okay with that.”
She rises on tiptoe, chasing the kiss. Hungry for more.
Just wait, Kiki. I promise it will be worth it.
Her lower lip juts out in a pout. “There should be a law against being this talented.” She grabs her purse. “Let me settle the tab, and we can go.”
I take her hand and press a slow kiss to her knuckles, my eyes never leaving hers. “Not happening. You’re not paying for a damn thing on your birthday.”
“Eddie, you had a beer.”
“But,” I duck my head, nipping her lobe and earning a soft squeal, “I got you out of the deal. Trust me, I’m the winner here.”
What the hell is taking so long? I swear, the bartender is moving backwards at this point, and the fucker is doing it on purpose.
He knows where I’m headed after I pay our tab, and he knows who’s coming with me.
Trust me, bud, I know she’s beautiful, but back off. She’s mine.
The cold air hits hard across my face when we step outside, but it doesn’t do a damn thing to settle me. If anything, it makes it worse, because now I’m craving her warmth.
Craving all of her.
Out of habit, I open the passenger side door of my truck, but before she can climb up, I catch her by her waist, lifting her onto the seat.
I step between her knees, my hands winding around her hips and gripping tight as I claim her mouth again.
Seems I can’t get enough of this woman.
“Sorry,” I murmur against her mouth. “I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
Her fingers dance along my jaw, a sexy smirk on her lips. “Catching up with what?”
“How many times I’ve wanted to kiss you. How many times I almost did.”
Kiki drapes her hands around my neck, scooting her body closer. “Don’t let it happen again. I want all your kisses.”
I ghost my lips over hers, teasing her, but she’s not satisfied. Not by a long shot. Her fingers tighten against my scalp as she takes control of the moment.
Fuck, she tastes good. If it weren’t forty degrees outside, I’d rip her jeans off right now to see if she tastes this sweet everywhere.
I curl my fingers into the small of her back as the woman drives me slowly out of my mind.
“Beautiful, if you don’t stop, we’re not making it out of the parking lot.”
Kiki bites her lower lip and damn if that doesn’t break my last hold on sanity. “The truck has heat.”
“Jesus, you’re going to ruin me.”
She quirks her brow, her fingers still playing in my hair. “Too much?”
“Never,” I murmur. “You’re perfect.”
The drive home is an experiment in the greatest form of torture.
The second I’m behind the wheel, Kiki’s hand is on my thigh, her nails scratching lightly against the denim. Every time, traveling a bit higher, a bit closer to my cock, until he’s begging for mercy.
It’s everything I can do to keep the truck on the road and not pull over to the side to stake my claim.
Glancing at her in the dark, her face a mix of shadows highlighted by the streetlights, I see the desire burning in her eyes. Feel it flowing through her fingers.
But… and this is a big but… she’s been drinking tonight, and I’m not sure how much.
Fucking hell, I hate breaking the spell, but I have to be sure.
Need to know this is what she wants, and not because of some neon pink cocktail fed to her by an overly exuberant bartender.
Mostly, I need to know she wants this with me, even though my dick might go on strike if I kill the mood with the question.
I grip the steering wheel, shifting in the seat as my erection strains painfully against my jeans.
One more light.
One more block.
One more driveway.
Finally, I park at my apartment. She’s already sliding out of the truck by the time I make my way around, but I grab her and back her against the truck bed. My fingers slide along her jaw, tipping her chin up. “Hey, this is what you want, right?”
For a second, confusion flares in her eyes. “Yes, don’t you?”
I rest my forehead against hers. “You weren’t the only one dreaming, Kiki.”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope. Granted, I was awake during these dreams. In bed, in the shower.”
She pulls back, stealing a kiss. “Then why are we still outside when you could be inside me?”
Yep, she’s going to be the death of me. In the best way.
When our gazes meet, there’s no hesitation. Not a damn bit. Just desire. For me.
Game on.
I smile and scoop her into my arms. “No clue, but I’m fixing that now.”
Jesus, Eddie, get it together.
I take thirty seconds to figure out how to open my damn door. Kiki is the best distraction, her mouth nuzzling my neck and throwing every emotion into overdrive.
Finally, the lock catches, and I push the door open, kicking it shut behind me. No way I’m putting her down. I’ve waited too long to have her in my arms.
I toss the keys toward the table and she giggles when they hit the floor, right alongside her purse, which promptly dumps its contents.
“Do you want to pick—”
“Later. Bed. Now.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
I carry her to the bedroom and toss her on the mattress, but she’s on her knees immediately. Her hands under my shirt, her mouth fusing to mine.
Where the hell has this woman been hiding? Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Get this off right now,” she murmurs against my mouth, her hand tugging at my shirt. “I need to see you.”
I shrug off my shirt and toss it over my shoulder. Her fingers claw along my chest, exploring every muscle.
I’m not a gym rat, so I don’t have that ridiculously cut physique. I earn my body through sweat and hard work.
Seems Kiki approves.
She dusts her mouth across my chest, tasting, exploring.
But there’s no way she’s taking control of this moment. Not when I’ve ached for her for the last month.
No, I need to consume every inch of her gorgeous body.
I tangle my hand in her hair as my mouth claims hers again—deeper now, hungrier, the kiss turning messy fast as she melts into it. Melts into me.
My fingers grip the hem of her shirt and I draw back just long enough to tug it off. Her cheeks flush as I rake my openly hungry gaze over her.
A nervous giggle bubbles from her lips as she motions to her simple cotton bra. “Wasn’t really expecting to be doing… this, so I’m not wearing anything fancy.”
Wait a second, does she think I give a shit?
“Beautiful, I don’t give two craps about the wrapping paper,” I mutter against her mouth, as my hands work open the clasp on her bra, sliding it down her arms, baring her to me. “I just want the present.”