“I could play with your hair.”
“Sure.”
Warm fingers sifted through the hair at his nape. Involuntarily, his arms banded tighter around her. “You’re warm.”
Her knowing smile slammed into his balls. He should stop this now before he tossed her into the backseat of his truck and fucked that smile from her blow-job lips.
“What if I did this?” She closed what felt like a canyon between them. Her mouth brushed his, light, hesitant, like a timid rabbit cornered by a wolf.
Avery groaned and went in for the kill. He slanted his mouth across hers, swallowed her whimper, and licked at her tongue. She torched him with hers. He felt the tentative stroke all the way to his straining dick. That backseat scenario was feeling more and more like a risk he was willing to take.
The porch light went out, breaking them apart before he was ready. Her raspy laugh held a nervous tinge as she leaned back. He followed, resting his forehead on the passenger window while he tried to catch his breath.
“Well,” she said on a sigh, “at this rate, we’ll be married before you know it.”
The fuck?
His head jerked up, caution sliced through him. He stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Listen, um—”
She laughed, the sound richer, more intoxicating now as it loosened the knots in his guts. “Relax. I’m kidding.”
Avery blew out a long breath of steam and chuckled. “Funny, aren’t you?”
“It’s just that we’ve gone from fake dating to me being your fake girlfriend, according to that picture last week, and now, we’re fake kissing.” She angled her head to one side. “Hmm, does that mean I get a raise?”
She thought that kiss was fake? Granted it only lasted a few seconds, but fuck, she’d stirred a wildfire inside him that just might burn out of control if he wasn’t careful. Which kinda scared the fuck out of him. Sex was fun, wild, and back in college a bit dark, but not once had he been so out of his mind to have a girl.
But it had been too long. A whole fucking month. He’d never gone that long without pussy. Life hadn’t made room for it lately. He’d either been at the office until midnight every night and too exhausted to hit Pulse or avoiding a crazy stalker chick when he was there…or with Jo.
Yeah, that’s it. That’s all it is.
A night out at Pulse would cure him.
Yet as he opened the passenger door, he couldn’t resist one last tease. “A raise, huh? Only if you let me past first base.”
“Hmm, I dunno, fuckboy,” she said, shucking his coat just inside the door and handing it to him. “We’ll see.”
****
We’ll see? We’ll fucking see?
Whispered like a promise, the words stayed with Avery long after he walked Jo to her door, bouncing around in his head, shattering logic, crashing into lust, and fucking with a well-made plan.
After dropping her off, he’d gone home to shower and change into something club-worthy. A stiff drink and a cunt hunt. That’s what he needed. And when he was balls-deep and railing into a hot, willing pussy, maybe he’d fuck her out of his head.
But the closer he’d got to Pulse, the slower he drove. He wasn’t even inside, and he didn’t want to be there.
Is she trying to fucking cock block me?
Unfolding from the car, he handed the keys to the valet, hunched his shoulders into the bitter wind, and crossed the street.
“Hey, Mr. Preston,” the bouncer, built like a linebacker, greeted him and opened the sleek black door to Pulse.
“Roman.” Bypassing the long line, Avery slipped into the club and headed toward the stairs leading to the VIP level.
At the bottom of the steps, he heard someone call his name. Blaze waved to him from a sectioned-off alcove where he sat with two girls kissing each other across his lap.
Sinking onto the sofa beside one of the blondes, Avery asked, “What’s up?”
