One more block.
One more driveway.
Finally, I park at my apartment. She’s already sliding out of the truck by the time I make my way around, but I grab her and back her against the truck bed. My fingers slide along her jaw, tipping her chin up. “Hey, this is what you want, right?”
For a second, confusion flares in her eyes. “Yes, don’t you?”
I rest my forehead against hers. “You weren’t the only one dreaming, Kiki.”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope. Granted, I was awake during these dreams. In bed, in the shower.”
She pulls back, stealing a kiss. “Then why are we still outside when you could be inside me?”
Yep, she’s going to be the death of me. In the best way.
When our gazes meet, there’s no hesitation. Not a damn bit. Just desire. For me.
Game on.
I smile and scoop her into my arms. “No clue, but I’m fixing that now.”
Jesus, Eddie, get it together.
I take thirty seconds to figure out how to open my damn door. Kiki is the best distraction, her mouth nuzzling my neck and throwing every emotion into overdrive.
Finally, the lock catches, and I push the door open, kicking it shut behind me. No way I’m putting her down. I’ve waited too long to have her in my arms.
I toss the keys toward the table and she giggles when they hit the floor, right alongside her purse, which promptly dumps its contents.
“Do you want to pick?—”
“Later. Bed. Now.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
I carry her to the bedroom and toss her on the mattress, but she’s on her knees immediately. Her hands under my shirt, her mouth fusing to mine.
Where the hell has this woman been hiding? Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Get this off right now,” she murmurs against my mouth, her hand tugging at my shirt. “I need to see you.”
I shrug off my shirt and toss it over my shoulder. Her fingers claw along my chest, exploring every muscle.
I’m not a gym rat, so I don’t have that ridiculously cut physique. I earn my body through sweat and hard work.
Seems Kiki approves.
She dusts her mouth across my chest, tasting, exploring.
But there’s no way she’s taking control of this moment. Not when I’ve ached for her for the last month.
No, I need to consume every inch of her gorgeous body.
I tangle my hand in her hair as my mouth claims hers again—deeper now, hungrier, the kiss turning messy fast as she melts into it. Melts into me.
My fingers grip the hem of her shirt and I draw back justlong enough to tug it off. Her cheeks flush as I rake my openly hungry gaze over her.
