Her eyes light. “Looks like I’ll be seeing you there.”
“Or we go together. Do you have any idea how bald your tires are?”
She glances out the window and frowns. “I guess it’s pointless to hope for no snow in the next month?”
“Most likely.” I unhook my suspenders and peel off my pants.
“Are you going to dress up for the party?” she asks.
“My days of dressing up are over.”
“Oh.” She looks down, a crease in her forehead.
“What?”
“We never really celebrated Halloween when I was young. Mom didn’t want me eating all the sugar.”
Jesus, what kind of upbringing did she have? My father was absent, and my brothers were douchebags, but we ran around the neighborhood, collecting our fair share of candy. Her folks kind of piss me off.
“You should dress up,” I say. “They open a Halloween store in town this time of year. You might have seen it?”
She nods. “I have. I’ll think about it.”
“I’m going to need a shower. Let me just hang these in the laundry room. No one needs to smell them all night.” I kick off my boots and carry my gear to the back room. “How did you make out with the realtor?” I call out.
“I’ll tell you about it over dinner. How about I heat your plate for you while you go get cleaned up?” she says.
My stomach tightens at her thoughtfulness. “Domestic now, are you?” I tease, but it’s strange to think how easily I could get used to this setup. I poke my head back into the kitchen and get a perfect, unobstructed view of her sweet ass when she bends to take my plate of food from the fridge. She turns, but I’m far too slow to react. My head lifts, and I catch the small grin on her face, the spark of fire in her eyes.
“Like what you see, Nate?”
“Yeah, I fucking do.” I take a step toward her. “I want to kiss you.”
Heat moves into her cheeks, and her lips part in invitation. I brush my lips over hers, and a small sigh escapes her mouth. “I promise you a better one, once I’m cleaned up. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Bossy-pants,” she says quietly, and I hurry up the stairs. I strip down fast and get into a hot shower, soaping every inch of my skin and taking my hard cock into my hand. I give a few good tugs and rinse off. I dress and resist the urge to ride the bannister to the bottom to get there as quickly as I can.
In the kitchen, Kira is standing by the microwave. Her appreciative gaze rakes the length of me, and from her smile it’s easy to tell she likes what she sees, too.
“That was fast,” she says.
“Sometimes I can be fast,” I say as I stalk toward her. I move into her space, slide a hand around her waist, and drag her against me. Who knew she’d be so warm, so easy to be with?
So addictive.
“And sometimes I can be slow.” I press my lips to hers for a deeper, more thorough kiss, and the small, sexy moan that catches in her throat makes me want to abandon dinner and go straight for dessert. But I want to hear about her day and what the realtor had to say.
The microwave beeps, and we break apart. “I can get that,” I say, and she steps out of the way. I remove my food and place it on the table. Kira heads to the kettle to make a cup of tea, and I dig in.
“Good, right?” she says as I practically shovel in the food.
I swallow and fork some more. “Delicious.”
“Tea?” she asks.
“Maybe later. I need water right now.” I make a move to stand, and she stops me.
“I can get it for you.”
I sit back down. As she reaches for a glass, I let my gaze slide to her ass. “I can