Her tired, aching feet.
Aggh, she missed her good boots.
Holding onto the railing, she made it to the second-floor landing.A pang caught her mid-chest when she looked at the door to the rental apartment on her right.For a moment, she paused, scared it would open.
And hoping it might.
When it remained closed and silent, she took a weary breath and continued on her way.This was the problem with living on the top floor.
Summoning the last of her energy, she climbed the steps and turned for the last half-flight.She was three steps from the top when she realized she wasn’t alone.
Billy stood under the hallway light outside her door.He leaned against the wall, his long legs crossed at the ankles.He looked big and quiet and so sexy she wanted to just walk into his arms and rest her head against his chest.
Her fingers tightened around the railing to keep herself from doing just that.She didn’t have the will to deal with him right now.
She didn’t have the spirit to deal with anything.
His chin lifted when he heard her footsteps, and their gazes connected.
Roxie stopped, her legs just unable to function anymore.The connection went past her brain.It locked someplace deeper inside her.
“No roof tonight.”Looking solemn, Billy held out his hand to her.
Roxie held back.
But then the tension in her body deflated.Taking his hand, she unlocked the door.Neither of them turned on a light as they moved into the apartment.Behind her, Roxie heard the door latch and then lock.
He was leading her then, her hand still tucked in his.With only the moonlight to guide him, he pulled her into the bedroom.In the shadows, they both stripped.
Flipping back the covers, Billy crawled in.He moved to the far side of the bed and she crawled in after him.He pulled the covers over both of them and settled his arm around her waist.
He felt warm against her back.Solid and comforting.
“Just sleep, baby,” he whispered into her ear.“Neither of us will be able to tonight unless we’re together.”
Chapter Eight
When Billy woke up the next day, the room was lit bright as a tiki torch.Sunlight warmed the room, making it feel lazy and cozy.Roxie was tucked up against him, her body warm and soft.His cock was nestled against the curve of her bottom, already stiffening and ready to say hello.Nuzzling his face into her neck, he swept his hand up to cup her breast.
Outside, a songbird sang from a treetop at full volume.
“Damn Tweety,” he muttered.
Feeling the moment, he parted her legs with his knee and settled closer to her heat.Last night, they’d simply fallen into bed and crashed.He didn’t think either of them had woken since then, or even moved.Sometimes things just built up to the point where a person had to shut down.
But he was revving up again.
He kissed his way across her shoulder.Damn, she felt good.
“Not good for you.Not good for you.”
He threw a glare at the window.
Roxie shifted, and her legs parted further.She rolled more solidly into his hold, and her nipple poked at his palm.Billy inhaled deeply as arousal surged through him.He shifted his hips forward, ready to penetrate her…
“Not good for you.Trouble.”
What the hell was that thing?A mockingbird?
