“Nope.” I leaned over the console and inched toward her. “I’m actually a pretty easy-going guy. But when it comes to you . . .” I gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I’m not rational. I’m unreasonable, possessive, alpha. Whatever.” I shrugged. “You may not need a protector, but you have one anyway.” I kissed her again, flicking the seam of her lips with my tongue. “Deal with it,” I whispered against her lips.
She cupped my cheek and let out a long sigh. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Come inside and find out.” I buried my head in her neck and nipped her earlobe before she jumped out of the car.
“Where are the guys?” Sara asked as she scanned the empty apartment. Usually, Brian or Carlos left a trail of something when they were around, even this late.
“They both went home.” I threw my keys in the bowl and slid my arms around her waist, pulling her back flush to my front. “Carlos headed out right after we got back from McQuaid’s. Winter break next week, remember?” I whispered in her ear as I splayed my hands on her thighs and drew her closer. Even in the baggy chef pants she had to wear, her perfect ass beckoned to me. “Why? Am I not enough?” I brushed her hair to the side and grazed the nape of her neck with the tip of my tongue. I smiled against her skin when she slumped against me. “Plus, now you can scream as loud as you want,” I taunted as I cupped her ass, pressing my thickening cock into her back.
“I don’t scream.” Her voice dipped to that throaty rasp I loved as she tried to argue.
“Oh, you scream, all right.” My hand drifted up her leg, brushing her core just enough to make her shiver in my arms. I wanted to take my time tonight, but after the buildup at the restaurant earlier and feeling her so pliable to my touch, I forgot any romantic plans I had. Fucking her hard against the wall and proving how loud she really did scream was all I wanted.
“Wait,” she half groaned as she stepped away from me. “I need to clean up.” She grabbed her duffel bag and headed toward my bathroom.
“You’re only going to get dirty anyway, and I love you filthy, remember?” I grabbed her arm and pressed a light kiss to her lips.
“Give me a few minutes.” She kissed my chin before squirming out of my hold.
I laughed as I trudged back to my room. Our apartment was empty and clean, ready for part two of my Valentine’s Day surprise for Sara. Part one was in the small box on my nightstand. Sometimes, it felt like the age difference was reversed and I was the one showingherthings for the first time. I’d never understand how I was the first man to love Sara, but I would fight like hell to make sure I was the last.
“Hey, Caldwell!” I called as I peeled my shirt off and lay back on my bed. “Did you fall in? You couldn’t have been that dirty—”
My jaw went slack as all the blood in my body redirected to my dick. Sara stood in the doorway of my bedroom with cherry red lips and a matching red nightgown that fell so short, I could make out the red, see-through thong underneath. Her chestnut hair cascaded down her back and shoulders, grazing the top of her breasts that almost spilled over the neckline. Drool pooled at the corner of my mouth as she came closer, my heart hammering in my chest as my cock swelled to the point of pain.
She climbed on top of me, her hair tickling my chest as she painted featherlight kisses up my stomach. I fisted the silky strands as she inched lower, lipstick prints making a trail down my hips until she yanked down my boxers and swallowed me whole.
“Sara,” I growled as my hips bucked off the bed. She dug her palm into my stomach to push me back as her head bobbed up and down, swirling her tongue over the tip and inching up and down my length. My cock pulsed as I grabbed the back of her head, tortured whimpers falling from my lips. This woman was going to kill me tonight, and I didn’t care if she did. She was my heaven and I’d die a happy man.
I fell out of her mouth with a wet pop. Peering down at her as I chased my breath, I crooked my finger.
“Get up here. Now.”
She leaned her elbow on my stomach and rested her head on her hand, a wry grin splitting her lips.
“Or what?”
I sat up and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her up toward me and flipping us over so I was on top.
Taking her mouth in a ravenous kiss, I pinned her wrists above her head. She writhed beneath me, moaning as she fought to wriggle out of my hold, but I wasn’t budging.
“You’re ruining my plans.” I ran my nose along the delicate curve of her jaw and down her neck, biting the skin behind her ear then soothing it with my tongue. “I was going to be romantic and slow and sweet.” I nudged her legs apart with my knee.
“Why?” She squirmed against me, my erection jerking against her when I realized how wet she already was. Yep, she was going to kill me.
“Valentine’s Day. I wanted to give you romance.”
“We can be slow and sweet later. Can’t you just fuck me?”
A sharp gasp escaped her as I let go of her arms, yanked off her panties, and granted her wish. My eyes fluttered as I moved in and out of her tight pussy, already clenching around me like a vise. I tried to keep my thrusts easy and light, but I lost control and pounded into her. Her breasts spilled all the way out of the nightgown and I dipped my head to suck on one of her nipples. Sara cried out, her fingernails digging into my back and cutting into my skin as I picked up the speed.
“I love you. I love you so much,” she croaked as a layer of sweat draped over us. I exhaled a breath of relief when she pulsed around me. Hearing her say “I love you” with so much need and want tipped me right over the edge. She’d been on the pill a few weeks and feeling her bare already had me close to coming the second I was inside her.
She giggled as I collapsed on top of her and dropped my head on her shoulder.
“I didn’t give you your gift yet.” I lifted my head and wiped the damp hair off her forehead.
“This wasn’t it?” She peered at me with tired eyes.
