Christ.
Would this be how he’d go off in bed?
“Jesus, baby,” I muttered, trailing my lips down his neck. “Fuckin’ love your mouth.”
His fingers dug into my waist. “I should go,” he said again, but this time it came out soft and husky, making my cock throb.
With a final lick and suck to his neck, I pulled back and nodded. “Probably for the best because I need to jerk off after that kiss.”
His face heated before he palmed it and shook his head. He stood, straightening out his clothes. “Goodbye.”
Standing, I grinned. “Baby, I can hold off until I walk you to the door. Unless you wanna stay and watch me.”
Holy fuck.
Glee saturated my senses when he actually took a moment to think about it.
He wanted to. I could totally tell. What helped was the knowledge that he was as turned on as me, if his erection under his jeans was anything to go by.
He shook his head. “I have to go.”
Pinching his chin, I told him, “Loved having time with you, snook.”
He glared, and even that made me happy. “Don’t call me that,” he said, but there wasn’t too much heat behind it.
“Can I hold your hand while I walk you out?”
He gaped. “No.”
“Next time.” I waved him toward the doorway, and he stiffly turned and strode out. At the front, he placed his shoes on and went to open the door, until I reached over his shoulder and pressed my palm against it. “Nah-ah, baby. I need another goodbye kiss.”
“You’ve had enough.”
Chuckling, I threaded my free fingers into his hair and yanked.
My blood flooded to my cock when he made a breathy little moan.
I moved in close behind him and mouthed the side of his neck. “Damn, lover, can’t wait to hear what other sounds I can bring outta you.”
I managed another kiss and suck on his skin before he used his ass to push me back to get the front door open to flee into the night.
“Night, snook,” I yelled.
“Don’t call me that,” he called back before he got into his car and started it.
Goddamn, this was gonna be fun.
That man had me all twisted up in the perfect kinda way where I was ready to lock him away and hide the key.
CHAPTER SEVEN
RYO
Why did that fool like me? I was hot and cold—mainly cold—all the time, and yet he still wanted to know when we could see each other again. I’d been ignoring him for a week now, and he wasn’t letting up.
Idiot.
That kiss, though.
