Which meant this had to stop, immediately, or he’d fuck heron his mudroom floor.
He pulled slightly away to get them both under control.
But when her mouth went after his again, her hand curlingtight around the back of his neck, he adjusted so his left eyebrow was to hers,his mouth was out of shot, and he sucked in a ragged breath.
“Why’d you stop?”she said, her breathy voice doing a numberon him.
As an answer, he tightened his arm around her waist, andsince there already was zero room between them, she couldn’t miss what she wasdoing to him since the indisputable evidence of it was pressing into her belly.
She didn’t miss it.
“The question bears repeating, Dutch, why did you stop?”sheasked.
That made him smile.
And also answer.
“Georgie, you’re the kind of girl I need to take on a date.Buy you dinner.Tell you how pretty your hair is.Your mouth.Your voice.Howmuch I like your ass.All that before I fuck you.”
She made a noise that was half soft gasp, half gentlewhimper, and his dick actually started to hurt, straining against his jeans.
“Not to mention, we might need to sort through a few issuesbefore we rip each other’s clothes off and get busy,” he finished.
“Am I in danger of you ripping off my clothes?”
“Absolutely.”
Her eyes got bigger, then they got sultry in that hot way awoman who knows she’s got control of your cock gets, before she suggested,“Okay, just a suggestion, but maybe if you want to cool things down, you shouldlet me go.”
He got on that, but he did it shifting them so his back wasto the door and his body was barring it.
Only then did he let her go.
She stepped away, now appearing amused.
“After that kiss, I’m hardly going to run into the night,”she told him.
“I’m not taking any chances.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled, turned, started to sashay back intohis house, and did it saying, “You promised me a beer?”
He watched her move, which did nothing to help him containhis raging hard-on.
But when she was out of sight in his living room, he suckedin another breath, got some damned control, turned, locked the door, shruggedoff his cut and hung it on a hook by the door, and then followed her.
Dutch went to the kitchen that was open plan.
By the time he pulled two brews from the fridge, she’dfollowed him and was standing opposite the bar, living room side, hat gone,jacket thrown over the arm of his couch.
He knew she was wearing black jeans, now he saw she had on atight black turtleneck.
And even covered from chin down, she looked great in it, andher tits looked fucking amazing.
“How many books do you have?”she asked.
He looked beyond her into the living room that was decoratedin nothing but books.
He, Jag, Hound, Snap and Boz had built them after he boughtthe place.
