There were so many things I wanted to do to this woman, so many ways I wanted to inspire her. And here we were, alone in her bedroom. The perfect opportunity.
When her eyes dropped to my mouth, my dick came to life in full force. I’d been half-hard since she’d walked into the coffee shop that morning, but now … full mast.
“Presley.” I didn’t know what I wanted to say to her, but I wanted to say something. I was the author, the one who was supposed to be able to come up with the perfect words. Only with her … words failed me. Every time.
Her eyes met mine again and it was clear she was as willing to pursue this as I was. And more importantly, we were alone. With the perfect opportunity.
I heard muffled voices through the wall and I turned away from her, staring at the door.
“You’re an asshole!” someone yelled. A woman.
“I told you, babe. One night. That’s all you get.”
“One night! Are you fucking serious?”
I glanced at Presley. She was shaking her head.
“This happen a lot?” I asked.
“From time to time, yes. I’ve only had to call the cops three times.”
“For…?”
“There’s something about Gil that makes women crazy. A few times, they haven’t taken no for an answer. Once the women get physical, I usually make the call.”
“What does he do?”
“He despises confrontation,” Presley explained. “So, he simply stares at them like they’re whack jobs. Most of the time that tips them over the edge. It can get brutal, but Gil’s not that guy. He’s never laid a hand on a woman, even when one of them was beating the shit out of him. Luckily, I was there to pull her off.”
I’d been in the same predicament a time or two in my life. Most people thought men were the aggressors, but I’d had some crazy chicks come at me. And yes, I agreed, with those women, when you didn’t fight, they tended to get really pissed.
“I can’t believe you’re kicking me out!” the woman yelled.
“You said you had to go to work,” Gil countered, his voice still cool.
“I do.”
“So what’re we arguing about?” The way Gil’s tone softened even more, I knew he was trying to defuse the situation.
“I don’t know!” she screamed.
I smiled.
“Wanna take a shower with me?” Gil offered.
I glanced at Presley to see her rolling her eyes. “You deal with this every day?”
“Almost,” she confirmed.
“I definitely think you need a vacation,” I told her.
“And where do you suggest I go?” Her smile was naughty and my dick throbbed against my zipper.
“Somewhere for a change of scenery,” I suggested.
“Which would be?”
“My place,” I said with a grin. “Where else?”
Presley crossed her arms over her chest, which lifted her breasts and drew my eye to them. She had phenomenal breasts. High and round. Two perfect handfuls.
She cleared her throat, and I managed to tear my gaze away long enough to look her in the eye.
“You’re inviting me to your place?”
“Sure, why not?”
“I can think of a few reasons.”
I nodded, understanding. After all, we had screwed against my front door the first time I’d taken her there.
That didn’t stop me from closing the distance between us and placing my hands on her hips, pulling her closer and forcing her to drop her arms. Her head tilted back as she looked up at me. I liked the height difference, how damn small she was in my arms. It brought out a primal instinct within me, made me want to go all caveman on her.
Not that I would.
Yet.
“Are you gonna kiss me?” Presley asked, a smirk planted on those sweet, glossy lips of hers.
“How can I resist when you ask so nicely?”
“That’s the point. You’re not supposed to resist.”
Cupping her face, I leaned down, pressed my mouth to hers. I’d intended for the kiss to be sweet and short, but it turned into anything but.
The next thing I knew, I was hovering above Presley on her bed, her fingernails digging into my back, beneath my shirt, her leg wrapped around mine. She stole my breath as her tongue tangled with mine, her soft, sexy moans echoing in the small room.
“Jake,” she mumbled against my mouth.
Lifting my head, I stared down at her.
“Is it bad that I wish we were naked right now?” she asked.
A low growl escaped me as I pressed my lips back to hers, grinding the hard ridge of my erection against the warmth of her sex. She was killing me