“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Angie presses her hands to my sides, breaking my position. “We look like idiots.”
“I don’t know. You’d make a pretty cute flamingo.” I eye her up and down. “Although, you’d make a cuter penguin.”
“You liked my waddle better?”
I slip my hands around her waist and slide them into the back pockets of her jeans. “I can’t help it if your ass looked really good doing it.”
A heated look washes over Angie’s features. She bites down on her bottom lip. I want to pull it out, but my hands are quite content where they are. I drag her closer to me.
“You want to come back to my place?”
“Yes.” The answer is out of me without thought. “God, yes.”
How can one kiss from earlier still be driving me wild? If I don’t experience everything with Angie tonight, I might explode.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
Chapter Thirteen
ANGIE
My nerves are at an all-time high as Troy follows me up the stairs to my second-floor apartment. Tension was thick on the drive home. Both of us want this. I want to spend the night with the man who has consumed my every waking thought.
We’re both quiet as I unlock my door and link hands with him. His eyes don’t stray from me. The apartment is quiet. No doubt Harper is out with Marcus right now.
“Nice room,” Troy tells me as I shut the door behind him.
I did a quick clean before I left. Made the bed, stacked my books on my desk, but not much else. Clothes are neatly piled in the small closet, and pillows decorate my bed. The curtains are open to the courtyard out back. The desk lamp gives the room a soft glow.
“It’s nice I don’t have to share.”
“You’re telling me.” A wolfish grin lights up his face.
“Do you want to keep admiring my room?” I sit down at the end of the bed and kick off my booties.
“Fuck no.”
Troy pushes me back and hovers over me. The heat in his eyes has me squirming below him. Dark brown hair flops over his eyes.
It's dim in here, but I can see in his eyes exactly what he wants. The object of his desire.
Me.
I’ve never felt this wanton as Troy drags a finger down my chest and over my stomach.
“I’ve dreamed about this.”
“Yeah?” My voice is breathy, cheeks heating at his words.
“This blush?” He drags his finger down my jaw. “I wonder if it’s everywhere.”
“Why don’t you find out?”
I’ve never been this brazen, but Troy brings it out in me.
“I plan to.” Troy pushes the bottom of my sweater up and drops a warm kiss on the soft skin of my stomach.
It's like every nerve is fighting to get there. To feel his lips on mine.
