That’s what I’m afraid of.
The following two hours pass in a blur, and before I know it, I’m outside of arrivals waiting to catch a glimpse of my redhead.
The minute she appears, it becomes clear that I’m not imagining this attraction or blowing it out of proportion; I’m unequivocally infatuated. Her hair is partially up but still full and wavy. She’s in tightblack leggings and a sweatshirt, which makes her look young and innocent—only I know she’s not.
I’m surprised she’s shocked to see me since I figured they would have told her I was picking her up, but the scowl on her face makes it obvious she had no idea.
“Why are you here?” she asks immediately, confirming my analysis.
I feign hurt with my hand over my chest. “Is that any way to greet your lover?”
She coughs incredulously. “Lover? Try again. How about my mistake?”
“Oh, Little Mouse, the only mistake was not doing it again.”
“Which will never happen.”
I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Never say never. I’ve been rubbing off every night to visions of your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. And he missed out on so much more. Your mouth, your ass—”
She jerks back quickly and shoves me, making me chuckle. I had her until the word ass.
“Why are you here again?” she asks petulantly.
“Didn’t Cici tell you I was picking you up?”
“No,” she growls. “She probably knew I’d insist on an Uber instead. Why didn’t they just send their driver?”
I grind my jaw. Her obstinance is beginning to irritate me. “Because I offered. Now let’s go.”
She has no choice but to follow when I grab the suitcase handle out of her grasp and start walking.
We’re silent as we head to the car. I’ve been semi-hard since she came through the doors, and having her next to me, within reaching distance, isn’t going to make it any easier on the way to Eli’s. I need to get her under me, so I can get over her—and move the hell on. Then maybe I can scrape together some semblance of the life I had before this meek little mouse invaded it.
After loading her bag into the trunk, I can’t help but stare at herperky ass in those pants and how badly I want to squeeze the hell out of it as she walks to the passenger door.
“Did you miss me?” I ask cheekily as I back out of the spot.
“I haven’t even thought about you.”
“That hurts. At least it would if I believed you. Tell me, is it my tongue or dick that takes the stage most nights?”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Neither.”
“So it’s my hand you like the best, huh? I can work with that.” I reach across the console and grab her leg, sliding up, but she flings it away before I even make it an inch.
“Hands off. What happened was a one-time thing and doesn’t give you the right to touch me.”
I tsk. “Oh, Little Mouse, I’ll leave you alone for now, but be prepared to beg when you’re ready for seconds.”
“In your dreams.”
“Damn straight, it is. It’s all I’ve been dreaming about, and if you were being honest, you’d admit you have too.”
9
ROUND TWO
Poppy
