will startle Windsor, because she’s shy. I could kill him for his timing. Instead of leaning away from me because we’re in mixed company, she grabs the side of my face and smashes her lips into mine. I forget everything. Where we’re at, what my own fucking name is. It’s easy.
As she pulls away from the kiss several seconds later, she pulls my bottom lip with her teeth. It snaps back into place with a pop. So fucking hot. Blue eyes bore into mine and like always, the truth is right there. It doesn’t flicker subtlety, either. It’s as blatant as a hand grenade.
She recovers quicker than me this time. “One word, Maverick,” she whispers, her lips brushing mine as she says my name.
“Mine,” I growl. Taking one more swift kiss that leaves her breathless is my intent, but I get a little more wrapped up in it than I should. My hands find my way to her waist, her legs, then wrapped in her hair that smells like damn womanly, sweet perfection.
“Tonight?” she asks. It’s her one word. It’s a loaded fucking question. One I don’t know how to answer, because I’m not sure I can delay fucking her for much longer. If I get her in my house, naked on my own bed, the sight alone will make me spill it before I get within ten feet of her. I ask the question before I lose my nerve.
“Will you come to my house tonight?” She leans back into her chair and looks me squarely in the eyes. She looks confused, like maybe she didn’t understand what I said.
“I want you to come over,” I say again. Windsor bites her lip. The hesitation makes my pulse skitter all over the place. She usually doesn’t pause to consider anything when it comes to me.
“Depends. Why are you asking?” She looks away. “Is it because you think it’s something I want? Or do you really want me to come over? I know that’s not your standard protocol.” Skittering heart now turns to pounding heart.
“I want you to come over. I want you in my space. In my house. In my world, Windsor. There is no standard protocol when it comes to you. I’m just going with what feels right,” I reply, making Stone’s words from earlier my own. She studies me, eyes narrowed, like she’s trying to psychoanalyze me. I’ve been analyzed plenty of times so I know what that looks like.
“I’d love to come over, then.” Windsor smiles and it blinds me and melts me at the same time. For the first time in a few minutes I can breathe again. I can hold my breath for about three minutes while underwater. Somehow waiting for her response was worse than drowning. Now I’m elated. I want to skip the Halloween party tonight and go straight home now.
She starts eating her lunch without taking her eyes off me. Like she’s eating me instead of lettuce. “We’ll head there after the bar tonight,” I say.
“What are you dressing up as?” she asks.
I laugh. “I don’t dress up for Halloween anymore, Win. I look scary enough already,” I tease, running my hand up her leg. “Boo,” I whisper when she squirms.
“You certainly do scare me. That’s for sure,” she says removing my hand from her upper thighs. Begrudgingly, I start eating.
“What are you dressing up as?” I ask, curious what exactly “dress” means. She grins. Oh, I’m in for it.
“You’ll have to wait and see. Should I pack an overnight bag, then?” Sex. It’s all she’s thinking about. It’s all I can think of. It’s the one thing I don’t think I want to do with her yet. The heat in her eyes forces my answer.
“Of course, if you want, but you won’t be wearing much while you’re there,” I say. Every word was worth it to watch her fuck me with her eyes. I won’t have sex with her tonight. I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for her to leave because there’s nothing left to do. I will indeed use my hands and mouth on every square centimeter of her body. We’ve never done that before and I think it will be enough. I’ll deal with blue balls for at least a week, but it will be so worth it. My gaze lands on the buttons of her shirt. She notices.
“That, my friend, is exactly what I wanted to hear,” she says. My cock twitches. “I guess I can tell