“Yeah, you most definitely are.”Trent grinned.
“Funny.Asshole.”
“Thanks again for tonight, it’s been amazing” Harper said, pulling Drea into a hug.“And I want details,” she added with a whisper.“The kind you used to bugmefor.”
“Why does this feel like high school all over again?”Cujo mumbled.
Trent laughed.“Because it is.”
They called a cab, said their thank-yous to the staff and to Mo, and walked to the end of the driveway.
At the gate, Cujo removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.It dwarfed her, but the kind gesture made her smile.The cab arrived and they got in.
Cujo gave the cab driver his address.Drea squealed as he pulled her onto his lap.
“I’m not wearing my seatbelt,” she whispered against his lips.His arousal pressed against her thigh, a sure sign he was just as turned on as she was.
“Fuck the seatbelt, I’ve got you.”Cujo’s arms tightened around her, and his whiskey-flavored lips pressed against hers.
She opened to him, sighed as they sank deeper into the kiss.The tips of his fingers ran up the inside of her thigh, each stroke reaching higher and higher.
Drea fisted her hands in his hair, smiling against his lips when he groaned in response.“Jesus.What you do to me, Drea.”
When the cab got to his house, Cujo passed two twenties to the driver.Without waiting for change, he hurried Drea to the door.
“Keys,” he mumbled, running kisses down the side of her neck.Door unlocked, Cujo broke their kiss to put his code into the alarm.
“Fuck, I want you, Shortcake.”He pushed her flat against the wall, raised both arms above her head, his kisses feverish.Her pulse skittered at the hunger in his words.
Without warning, he lifted her into the cradle of his arms and carried her in the direction of his room.She kissed the corded muscles in his neck, the ease with which he carried her increasing her sense of longing.
Cujo lowered her to the floor.He reached for her zipper and slid it down.“You look fucking hot in this dress, but it’s got to go,” he growled.
Although she expected him to rip the damn thing off, he lowered the zipper slowly until it was fully undone.He tugged the dress off her shoulders, trailing with kisses along her collarbone.
She trembled as she tried to unbutton his shirt.Cujo laughed at her huff of frustration.“In a hurry, Shortcake?”he asked huskily.
He licked and nibbled the skin behind her ear, making her moan.His hands sank into her hair.Oh.His tongue swept down her neck.She was wet.And so damned aroused, she was going to orgasm where she stood.
With the buttonsfinallyundone, Drea opened his shirt wide.To satisfy curiosity, and because, well, it was seriously hot, she sucked his pierced nipple into her mouth.Cujo let out a hiss, but the hand he placed on the back of her head urged her to continue.
She wrestled his shirt down his arms.Drawn to his scar, she ran a finger down it gently.“What’s this—”
“Not now.”He cut her off and pushed her dress to the floor.His gaze burned her skin as he took in the purple lace underwear she’d been saving for a special occasion.
“You are fucking incredible, Drea.”He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off.She stared into Cujo’s hooded eyes.Her fingers skated down the ridges of his abs, following his happy trail to the zipper, which she lowered, brushing her knuckles against his hard length.Cujo groaned at her touch, turning Drea on even more.He removed the rest of his clothes until he stood before her naked.
“Three… two…” he started to count.He grinned at her.
“Wait, what… no,” she squealed as he moved toward her.
“One.”He grabbed her in his arms and they fell to the bed.Laughing, he lifted her to sit astride him, his cock perfectly positioned to give her what she wanted.
“You ass,” she said, feeling his hard erection press against her.Without thinking, she rolled her hips against him, moaned as his hands slid beneath her underwear to grip her butt and encourage the grinding.
He pressed into her again, and Drea began to hate the thin layer of material between them.
Fireworks exploded throughout her body.She’d never felt so aroused.And had never been so ready to devour a man whole.She admired his biceps, the way his muscles flexed when he moved.
