to see whether or not it would work for me. Only, for this trip, I wasn’t sure that was going to be all that easy. Focusing right now, on anything other than Presley, was the last thing on my mind.
As though sensing we were at our destination, Cat let out an angry cry, making me laugh. “I think he’s letting us know he’s done traveling.”
“I guess so.” Presley glanced into the backseat, but not before stifling a yawn.
It was evident she was tired; then again, it was getting late. It was closing in on ten o’clock, and since we’d had a late night last night and an early morning, it didn’t surprise me.
“Well, I guess we should go in,” I told her, shutting off the engine.
I climbed out of the car, grabbed the suitcases and the cat carrier from the backseat, while Presley grabbed the grocery bags, then we made our way up to the front door. Setting the cat carrier, with a very pissed off Cat inside, down on the porch, I waited as Presley fished the key out of her pocket, then slid it into the lock.
It only took a few minutes for me to deposit our things on the kitchen counter, putting the cold food into the refrigerator while Presley did a walk-through to check it out. She returned to let me know that everything was in its place, so I took a step back and let a very disgruntled Cat out of his carrier, then joined her in the living room.
“This is nice,” I said. “You said your dad moved here after you graduated from high school?”
“Yeah. He didn’t want to pull me away from the kids I grew up with, so he had waited. But the minute I was across that stage, I think he called the Realtor.”
“I can see why he would like it here.” It was peaceful.
“In the daylight, there’s a great view of the lake.”
I was definitely looking forward to checking that out tomorrow.
Presley yawned again and tried to cover it with her hand.
“You look tired,” I told her, moving closer and placing my hands on her shoulders.
“I am,” she admitted. “Not sure why.”
I knew why. We’d had an eventful day, and if I had to guess, she wasn’t sleeping much based on the things I’d heard Gil and Gavin say. Taking her hand, I led her to the leather sofa. She dropped down beside me, her eyes on me the entire time.
I stared at her for a moment, contemplating my next move. “Come here,” I said softly.
She didn’t hesitate, scooting closer, so I helped her along, reaching for her, then lifting her up and over my legs so she was straddling me. I’d spent the entire evening aching to touch her again, wanting to feel her mouth on mine, her soft, smooth skin beneath my palms.
Sliding my hands into her hair, I stared up at her.
“Presley…” Once again, I was at a loss for words, but I knew I needed to say something.
Nothing came out.
Pulling her head down, I brushed her lips with mine, inhaling her. And when she settled on top of me, I felt my heart slam into my ribs. Her arms tangled around my neck, her mouth melding with mine, and I knew I was royally fucked.
This woman did something strange to me and I didn’t know what to do about it. The only thing I knew for sure was that she wasn’t like the others. She wasn’t the one I wanted to fuck on the couch and then send on her way.
When her hips began to rock, my cock nestled between her soft thighs, I knew I was well on my way to losing my mind, so I reached for her hips, stilling her. Much more of that and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.
Pulling my mouth from hers, I met her gaze.
She smiled sweetly. “You can sleep in my bed.”
“With you?” I asked, watching her closely. I knew where this would lead if we went that route, and I knew Presley was exhausted.
“Does that scare you?” she asked, her tone teasing.
“Does it scare you?” I countered.
“Maybe a little,” she said softly, her eyes smiling.
“I can always take the guest bed,” I told her.
She shook her head, worry lines creasing her forehead. “Trust me, you don’t want to do that.”
“Then I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“I can’t do that to you.”
“Trust me, you can.” I didn’t want to tell her that I’d prefer to sleep with her,