She gives me a brittle smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
Tyrant snorts but backs off. “Just being friendly. Telling your girl here how you were pinning for her these past few months.” He slaps me on the stomach and chuckles, but I’m not sure I buy his stupid act.
Whatever else he said to Daisy has her pale. Her jaw locked up and fists balled at her thighs. She leans toward me, and I see her nostrils flare as she inhales. She presses into me for safety. I want to kill the son of a bitch right here, but I smile and laugh, wrapping her tighter to my side.
I kiss the side of her head. “We love playing house, don’t we?” He shuffles off, and I look her dead in the eyes. “What was he saying to you?”
“Nothing. He’s drunk.”
“You sure that’s all it was?”
She nods.
“You ready to go home?”
“Please.”
I’ll tell her about Layla tomorrow once I’ve talked to Prez. We’ve had enough bullshit for one night.
I drive Daisy home and walk her to her door, prepared to leave if that’s what she wants.
“Sorry that dipshit crashed our movie date.”
“There will be other dates. But for whatever it’s worth, I still had a good time because I was with you.” She kisses my neck.
“Me too.”
I step back for her to unlock her door. She gets her hand on the knob and looks back at me. “Are you coming?”
“You inviting me?”
She grabs my hand and leads me inside. I shut the door behind us. She practically jumps me, shoving her tongue in my mouth, tearing at my clothes like they’re on fire and the only way to douse the flames is to get me naked. I sure as fuck won’t complain.
“Fuck, Babygirl.” I kick off my boots as she unbuckles my jeans. I lift my shirt over my head and undo the strings holding her top up. The black material rolls down to her belly, revealing her tits that fit perfectly in my hands. Not too big. Not too small.
I go down on my knees and tug off her boots, tossing them over my shoulders. When I go for her belt, I pause and look up at her. “You sure?”
“Oh yeah. I’m sure.”
I kiss her belly and yank her jeans down her thighs. Her pussy is right in my face, and I breathe in the scent of her arousal, rubbing my nose in the damp spot of her undies.
She cradles my face in her hands. “You know I’ve been with a lot of partners.”
“I don’t care about your past. None of that matters. Everyone has a story, but none of that shit defines you.”
“I just want to be sure you are cool with it.”
“Daisy?” I growl her name.
“Yeah?”
“Stop talking. I’ve been thinking about tasting you and burying myself in you for three months. I don’t want to talk.” I grip the strings that make up the sides of her undies and pull until the strings snap.
“You just tore off my panties?”
“Fuck yeah, I did.”
I cup my hands around the backs of her knees and pull her forward, planting her bare ass on the edge of the entryway console table. She squeaks, balancing herself with both hands as her keys fall to the floor along with a picture frame. A shudderripples through her body when I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh. Her skin is damp and salty. Her scent already driving me fucking crazy. I nuzzle between her legs and flick my tongue up her slit, slow and deliberate, just to watch what the act does to her. Daisy’s head knocks back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and knuckles white on the edge, gripping the wooden table.
