Was that a step too far? If it was, watching her face turn pink just now was worth it. What can I say? I’m an asshole when I’m rock hard, and I’ve got nowhere to go with that now that the night’s over.
I follow her as she bolts for the door.
“You forgot your coat!” I call out.
“It’s not mine!”
“Yes, it is!”
I don’t chase her, but I watch as she speed walks away from me as I lock up, carrying the coat with me. What’s she going to do? Run all the way to her house without a proper coat? It’s seventeen degrees out.
I have no choice but to follow her home to make sure she gets there safely. Coat or no coat, I would have done it anyway.
When she’s halfway through downtown Songbird Ridge, just past the Barred Owl Bed & Breakfast, she doubles back.
I keep approaching until we meet. I smile at her as she snatches the coat from me and puts it on.
“Thank you,” she says.
Just as she’s about to turn away again, I grab the front of her coat and pull her back to me and kiss her one more time.
The kiss is warm against the cold air, and I am one hot, gasping breath away from picking her up and carrying her to my place.
Ari melts and accepts my tongue in her mouth, letting me kiss her hard, claiming her with everything, so that when she peels herself away again and runs on home, she’ll remember how that felt.
How we felt together.
Chapter
Six
Ari
I don’t know how to feel about what just happened.
My mind is going in a million different directions by the time I arrive home. The block is quiet in the middle of the night, and all the lights are off except mine.
I go inside, and my tortoise cat, Benjamin, immediately starts scolding me for missing his bedtime feeding. After feeding Benjamin his nightly wet food, I stalk around my two-bedroom bungalow and think about texting Maddie and cancelling the blind date.
But it’s now 1 a.m., and though Maddie is no doubt awake and still going over her to-do lists for the dance, I don’t want to encourage her lack of sleep.
Riley has always been a ride-or-die sister, but lately she’s been so caught up in her new relationship with Rowdy that I try not to bother her.
Foster got me so worked up I don’t know what to do with myself except take a cold shower and then crawl into bed, bone tired but still ridiculously horny.
Horny and guilty at the same time.
But horny wins out. I won’t sleep if I don’t take care of this.
I reach for my vibrator and turn it on.
Yes.
This is all I need. This is what I need to get him out of my system.
Foster was never in my system before, so it should be one simple session with Mr. Buzzy to get him out.
I take my vibrator under the covers because I never know when Benjamin is going to show up and stare at me. I could shut the door, but have you ever shut the door on the cat when you needed privacy? They can be worse than dogs.
