The thumbnail alone nearly made me drop my phone.
I waited to open it until I was in the privacy of the jet bridge. My heart slammed against my ribs when I did.
There she was, on her knees, facing away from the camera, wearing my jersey andonlymy jersey.Scratch that. She was wearing a pair of sky-high heels, too. Black patent leather.
How the hell had I never seen those shoes before?
The jersey rode up just enough to show the full curve of her bare ass. No panties, just Bella. Looking back over her shoulder with that small, wicked smile that always undid me.
I needed to get home. I needed to get to her.
The drive back to Rose City felt longer than the flight. Every red light was agony.
When I finally pulled into the shared driveway, Pink was waiting out front.Great.I skipped past him, making a beeline—pun intended—toward his sister’s townhouse.
“So,” he said, smirking. “That’s how it is, huh?”
I didn’t even try to deny it. “Yup, that’s how it is.”
He laughed, loud and easy. “As much as I don’t want to picture you defiling my baby sister, I can’t say I’m not thrilled to have the townhouse to myself tonight. Nessa’s got something special planned for us, and spoiler alert, it’s going to be loud and messy.”
“Don’t break anything.”
“No promises,” he dismissed before practically skipping inside.
My pulse was pounding in my ears. I walked the short distance to Bella’s door and knocked.
She opened it almost immediately and my brain short-circuited.
There she was, standing just beyond the threshold, wearingmyjersey and that pair of black stilettos that made her legs look endless. The jersey was unbuttoned just enough to show the lace of her bra, the hem skimming the tops of her thighs.
“Welcome home, King,” she said softly.
I kicked the door shut behind me, dropped my bag like it weighed nothing, and took her mouth like I’d been starving for it.
“Fuck, Bella,” I rasped, breaking the kiss to trail my mouth down her neck. “What were you thinking sending me a photo like that when I was still on the plane?”
She moaned, nails scraping my neck. “I thought you might like it.”
“Like it?” I growled against her skin, sucking a mark just below her ear. “I nearly came in my pants . . . in front of your brother.” Her laugh nearly undid me. “Oh, you think that’s funny? Maybe somebody needs a spanking.”
She shivered, hips rocking against me. “Later. First, I want to show you something.”
Before I could protest, her hands were on my chest, pushing me back with surprising force until my knees hit the couch.
“Sit.”
I dropped down, legs spread.
“Bossy,” I teased, a grin already tugging at my lips.
“You love it.”
“I love you.”
She turned toward the chrome pole in the center of the room, heels clicking with every step. With a tap of her phone, music started playing from the speaker on the side table. Slow, sultry beats thrummed through the room, vibrating under my skin.
“I’ve been pretty busy the last four weeks,” she said, voice breathy but confident.
