dog.”
Kimbra’s eyes narrow. “A dog?”
“Metaphorically. We live in New York. We both work long hours. It wouldn’t be fair, but…” I lift her hand to my lips and brush her knuckles with light kisses. “I would very much like to try to continue this—what's happening between us—beyond the weekend, if you’ll have me.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Kimbra
I hum against Duncan's mouth as he kisses me outside my apartment door. With my suitcase on the floor, his large hands hold me close, one splayed behind my waist as the other one tugs my loose braid, moving my head to his desire.
Ever since he said he wants to try for more, I can't seem to wrap my head around the thought. My mind is filled with questions. What does that mean? Are we really dating? What did he mean by a metaphoric dog? What the hell is a metaphoric dog?
"W-what..." My question is lost to a whimper as he nips my lower lip.
His hard body presses against mine, and we fall against the door, rattling it on its hinges.
"Are you going to invite me in?" His green eyes lock on mine, while each of his words rumble deep into my core. They're velvet—soft yet covered with just the right amount of coarseness. I feel them more than hear them.
I shake my head. "No."
"No?"
"We spent the last four days at my house, my parents' house. Maybe we need a little break." I don't know why I'm saying this. I want him inside. Let me clarify. I want him inside me, not just my apartment. "And besides, you have a date."
"I could cancel."
My bruised lips slide to a smile. "I don't think that's a good way for your mother to find out about me. Besides, Mr. Willis, I think I like it when you're needy. Umm..." My eyes flutter shut as he presses his hips against me and his hard shaft probes my tummy, letting me feel exactly just how needy he is.
Suddenly the door behind us moves inward. I jump toward Duncan's embrace as we both narrowly avoid tumbling and falling into a pile upon my apartment floor.
"Well, hello!" Shana says with a giant smile.
"W-what are you doing here?" I say, before freeing myself from Duncan and wrapping my best friend in a zealous hug. "You're here!"
"I am, but I can't breathe." Her muffled voice comes as her face is smashed against my shoulder.
I release her and turn toward Duncan. "Duncan, this is Shana. Shana, this is my..." I pause, ready to say boss, the owner of my company. That wasn't how I introduced him in Indiana, but now I'm unsure. What is he?
Duncan extends his hand and flashes his sexy grin. "Boyfriend. I'm Kimbra's boyfriend. And it's very nice to meet you."
Boyfriend.
The word twists my lady parts to just the right amount of painful pleasure.
Shana takes a step back and wiggles her eyebrows. "It's very nice to meet you too, Duncan. Come in. With the way the hinges were shaking, I was afraid the door couldn't take much more."
Duncan looks at me, questioning if he should stay.
I shake my head. "Actually, Duncan is late for an appointment."
"I am. But it was nice to meet you." With his hand in the small of my back, he pulls me closer. "And you, this isn't done. I'll call you later."
I nod.
As we step into the hall, he leans in toward my ear. "One more thing, Miss Jones."
My pulse quickens at his warm cinnamon breath on my neck. "Yes?"
"No brushing your teeth. That's my job."
My head tilts and eyes narrow in question, and then it hits me. He means my grandma's vibrator. Pink again fills my cheeks.
Before I can respond, his grin widens. "I do love it when you blush."
After we kiss, he winks and wheels my suitcase closer.
"Boyfriend?" I ask softly as I reach for the handle.
"Do you have a different title?"
I shrug. "No, I like that title."
"Good. Hopefully I'll do better than I have."
"You've been pretty good lately."
"That's good to hear, coming from my girlfriend."
Girlfriend.
I swallow as he turns and heads for the elevator. Once I close the door, Shana is right before me and her loud, high-pitched scream fills the silence.
"Oh. My. God!" she shrieks. "I want to know everything. And I mean everything." She reaches for my hand and pulls me to the couch.
"Wait," I say. "Why are you here? I mean, I'm glad you are, but why?"
Shana shakes her head. "Maybe if you weren't so busy doing whatever it is you're going to tell