I nodded. “Yes, please.” I’d packed extra clothes just in case, and as he pulled me to his truck and opened the door for me, I knew I’d made the right choice.
He hopped up into his side and leaned over the console. He kissed me deeply, drawing a small moan from my throat before he put the truck in gear and took my hand.
I don’t know how long it took to get from the boardwalk to his apartment, but it was both too long and too short before he was fumbling his key into the lock and pushing it open, dragging me with him only to press me against the door and lock it behind my back so he could kiss me with everything he had.
I gasped, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue past my lips to tangle with my own.
I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving back as good as I got.
He dropped his keys on a small table beside his door and hooked his hands behind my thighs. He squeezed, and I jumped, easily wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing our bodies that much closer together.
He groaned and disconnected our lips to press his to my throat, dragging another shuddering breath from me.
“Take me to your room,” I demanded, breathless.
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, but I knew even in the dark that he was blushing.
It had been doing that a surprising amount tonight, and I loved it. He looked adorable with a red face and a bashful smile.
He hefted me off the door and moved easily through the apartment and down the hallway to an open door with a huge window, moonlight streaming in.
“Light?”
“No,” I hummed, trailing kisses along his jaw. “I want to feel you.”
He groaned. “For fuck’s sake, Kaylinn.”
He kicked the door closed behind us and lay me down on his bed.
“What naughty language for a child’s guardian,” I teased, tugging at his shirt to reveal a very nice body underneath—blue in the moonlight but still very visible.
Sasha scoffed, kicking off his shoes while he was at it. “Well, she isn’t here now, is she?”
He pressed against me again, tugging off my shoes and socks before nestling himself between my legs and running his hands up my sides over my dress.
“No,” I replied, taking the opportunity to run my hands over his chest and shoulders. “But I don’t think that means you can speak so dirty.”
I pulled my gaze from his chest back to his eyes, my favorite piece of him.
He smiled, the haste of arousal leveling out, though the intimacy and desire remained heightened. “I think you like it when I talk dirty, babe,” he challenged.
I smiled. “Not tonight, though.”
He softened and nodded, then leaned down and kissed me softly.
I wound my arms around his neck again and let myself trace circles over the back of his shoulders as he deepened the kiss.
His hands dipped under the bottom of my dress, then paused when he reached my panties.
I nodded. “Off.”
He pressed another kiss to my neck before pulling back enough to shimmy my dress away from my body and toss it off to the side.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” He was breathless as he praised me, taking me in from head to toe as I lay in only my bra and panties.
“So are you. Now take them off.” I sat up and unbuckled his pants, shoving them down his thighs, which were more toned than you would think when he wore those damn jeans.
Before I knew it, we were bare to each other, our bodies pressed together under the moonlight, and I ached with need.
