She licked her lips slowly, her eyes darkening with need. Then she shook her head as though she wanted to shake free of the tension stiff between the two of us, and looked away. “Well, if you’re done, I guess we should lock up.”
“The shop’s already locked up,” I said thickly, more affected by her than I cared to admit. She nodded, flicking off the lamp on her desk before she made her way over to me. She passed by, flicking off the hallway light. When she walked by me again, I grabbed her hand, drawing her against me, an involuntary action.
She came willingly, her eyes igniting with the same desire I felt. The scent of her drove me delirious with need, and when she moved against my hard-on, I pushed it against her stomach. “Come back to my place.”
“What?” she asked, her eyes widening with surprise.
“I’ve been gone since six. I have to get home to feed the dog and let him out, but I need to bury myself in you—the sooner, the better.” I didn’t want to have to wait until I’d driven home, dealt with the dog, showered, and returned to town. I wanted to have her spread out beneath me as soon as possible.
“But…” She frowned, working over my request.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I assured her, fearing that’s where her thoughts had gone. I’d never done this—invited someone back to my place post-Cheryl and Sawyer—but I also had never done a casual, semi-regular hookup, either.
Before Cheryl, I’d played the field a little, too focused on welding to really make a connection with anyone. My connection with Cheryl had been fleeting and had only lasted long enough to conceive a baby, but I’d attempted to build the foundation of a relationship from it, anyway. For Sawyer.
This thing with Gwen, though, it was easy. She knew where I stood, and I knew where she stood. Besides, it wasn’t like I was inviting her back with my daughter there.
Right now, my house was just an empty house—with multiple surfaces I could spread her out on. The thought of her on my counter had my cock throbbing against her stomach.
Her eyes flared, and she bit her lip, considering me. “All right, fine. I wouldn’t mind seeing Tig again, anyway.”
“So you’re coming for the dog?”
“No, I’ll be coming for you,” she corrected, a devious smile gracing her lips.
I chuckled lowly, my eyes narrowing slightly. “You can count on that,” I said, my voice husky with meaning.
“Let’s go then,” she said as her fingers squeezed mine gently. I looked down with surprise at the way our bodies had entwined.
She stepped back, pulling her hand free, using it to push the loose strands of hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ear, leaving a smear of grime on her cheek. I grinned, the sight of it made my dick throb almost painfully. I wanted to muss her up some more. “Follow me.”
Walking past her, I held the door open for her while she turned out the rest of the lights and punched in the security code.
I waited while she locked up, shamelessly checking out her ass. She turned, catching me, and grinned wickedly. “Lead the way.”
Heading to my truck, I glanced at her over my shoulder, subconsciously making sure she got to her car safely. Once she was inside, I climbed into my cab and started the engine.
I left the parking lot first, with Gwen’s lights in my rear view mirror. My heart pounded in my chest as I drove the familiar route home. I tried not to think too much about what we were about to do, instead focusing on how badly I wanted her.
That was easy. The need to bury myself to the hilt was still the driving force behind my actions. I could admit it; I was thinking strictly with my dick, convinced it’d be okay because we both knew this was casual.
I parked in front of the garage and Gwen pulled up, parking beside me. She stepped from her car, her eyes locked on me as I approached.
Words were unnecessary; I cupped her face in my hands and brought my lips to hers. I backed her up against her car door, pressing my pelvis to hers. When I finally pulled away a moment later, she was breathless.
“Now we both need a shower.” I chuckled, taking in the grayish marks my fingers had made on her perfect skin.
“You did that on purpose,” she accused, smiling slowly.
“Sure did.” I grinned, releasing her. We walked up the front porch, and I unlocked the door, holding it open, letting Gwen walk through first and pulling it closed behind me.
“Oh, hello there, handsome,” she purred, bending forward to scratch Tig behind the ears. His tail thumped against the ground, and her perfect ass was just begging for my attention.
I ran my hands along the apex of her thighs, running them up her smooth skin, gripping the firm mounds of her ass. I applied the slightest amount of pressure, and she pushed back on me, grinding her ass against my erection.
Straightening quickly, she pivoted, her eyes finding mine in the darkened hallway. “Don’t get jealous,” she teased, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’ll scratch behind your ears, too, if you’d like.”
“I can think of a few other things I’d like more.” Before she could reply, I kissed her, greedily running my hands all over her body, marking her. She didn’t seem to care that I was messing up her outfit, and she tugged frantically at my belt.
