“Goodnight, June Bug,” I murmur against her lips.
When I pull away, she gives me a look that makes me feel like I just told her I never want to see her again.
“Goodnight?”she asks.
Well, shit.I’m not sure what she expects me to say.Yeah, we’re in front of her apartment, and yeah, I’d love to come upstairs, but I’m also trying to treat her differently than every other hookup I’ve ever had.Assuming shit will get us nowhere, and treating her like she’s nothing but a random hookup is the last thing I want.“Figured I should probably head back to Uncle Judge’s,” I explain.
“Oh.”Her nod is slow, but I don’t miss the disappointment in her pretty gaze.“Smart.”
Actually, I feel like a dumbass right now, but hey.You win some, you lose some.
“He probably misses you,” she adds, though I’m not sure who she’s trying to convince.
Squeezing the back of my neck, I reply, “Not sure I’d go that far.”
Her eyes catch on my bulging bicep in the light of the street lamp, and she bites her bottom lip again.Someone’s only thinking about one thing.And even though I’m used to being looked at like a bit of a whore, when June does it, it’s not so bad.Actually, it kind of makes me want to pound my chest, throw her over my shoulder, and fuck her brains out, but I restrain myself.For now.
Yeah.I think I’m gonna wait this one out.
What you gonna do, June Bug?
Folding my arms over my chest, I watch the wheels turn in her pretty little head.The indecision.The tip of her tongue peeking between her lips.The curious stare still glued to my biceps.
Ball’s in your court, Bug.You gonna ask me to stay?
“Um.”She swallows.
“Yes, June?”
She tugs on her earlobe and steals another peek up at me.“I had fun tonight.”
“You mentioned that,” I note.
“Yeah, and I just…I know you said you should probably get back to your uncle’s, but…” Slowly, she rises onto her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine, initiating a kiss for the first time…ever.Soft.Hesitant.Just like my June.I hold back my smile, letting her take the lead as she explores me at her own pace.It’s as sweet and unsure as her first lap dance, but fuck, if it doesn’t feel like an aphrodisiac.When she finally pulls away, she murmurs, “I, uh, I think I’d miss you, too.”
The organ in my chest squeezes.“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”She swings our still-tangled fingers from side to side.“And I know you’re probably still riding the high of tonight’s win, but if you’d like to, you know…”
“What?”I push.
With one final squeeze, she untangles our fingers, wraps her arms around my neck, and goes in for another kiss.I fight the urge to pull her closer until she presses her curves into me.My cock stirs at the innocent touch, jerking in my damn jeans as her grip on my hair tugs.
All right, June Bug.You want to play things this way?I’m game.
I snake my arm around her waist, growling against her, “Tell me to come upstairs.”
She smiles against my mouth.“You should come up?—”
Gripping the backs of her thighs, I lift her, forcing her legs around my waist.
“Ford!”she squeals.“Put me down!You’re going to hurt yourself!”
I smack her round ass and carry her up the stairs.“I thought you were in the process of asking me to fuck you, not insinuating I’m too weak to carry you.”
“Ford, I’m serious?—”
“As ED.Yes, I’m aware,” I peck her lips.“Now, get your keys out, or I’ll have to fuck you on your welcome mat.”
