“You’re kinda greedy.”
“I’ve been called worse, Goldilocks.”
She smiles. “Did you select my nickname because I’m a book girlie?”
“I selected your nickname because you’re the naive, blonde who moves in with the big bad bear—the big bad bear and Goldilocks.”
She places the back of her hand against her forehead. “Save me. Please, save me from the big bad bear. And oh, if someone could tell me what happened to the other two bears, I’d appreciate it.”
“Drama queen.”
She drops out of her pose, doe eyes trained on me. “As your fake girlfriend, it’s important for me to have a range of emotions at the ready.”
“Are you saying yes to accompanying me tomorrow?”
“I’m saying yes to helping a good cause.”
She’s full of shit, but I’ll play along. “The altruism in you is remarkable.”
“Altruism is easy when the big donations are coming fromyourpocket, big guy.”
She’s as sharp as a whip.
I slide on the couch until her bent leg touches my thigh.
I lean in and wait for a beat.
When she doesn’t protest, I’m on her.
The urge to crush her to me and claim her pretty little mouth with my own is all-encompassing, but I will myself to be patient. I kiss her chin.
One touch.
One simple touch, and I’m hard as steel.
One defining touch that stomps all over the borders I’ve forced myself to respect since she’s moved in with me.
Eager to devour every sinful inch of this woman, I resume my mission and kiss along her jaw, before crawling down the length of her slender neck. She moans and extends her neck, giving me better access.
She wants this as much as I do.
I’ve obsessed over taking ownership of this woman for so long. Finally, my fantasy becomes reality.
A heady rush shoots straight to my brain, as potent as a shot of cocaine.
Her skin is warm, soft, and supple, just the way I’ve imagined it to be in my wet dreams. My hand slides down the length of her body and my fingers slide underneath the edge of her jeans shorts. I splay my hand around her thigh and squeeze.
“Oh, God, Kaz.” Her deep raspy voice comes out breathy.
My heart thumps to the same beat as the deafening march of stallions in my ears. “Fuck, Harley, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear my name on your lips as I bring you pleasure.” Softening my touch, I caress the inside of her thigh.
Heavy lidded eyes stare at me.
A feral monster ignites inside me and roars to life.
Enough teasing?—
Her phone rings.
