“What?” he asked.
I held him tight at the same time I lifted my head and put my mouth to his. No brush this time, just being close, all this while holding his eyes.
He sensed what I needed and—God, Ren, so awesome, always so freaking awesome—he stopped on an inward glide, filling me thus giving me what I needed.
All I needed.
“I’m amending my answer,” I whispered. “This.”
I gave him another squeeze, this time with everything I had, including my happy place, and I felt it as he bit his lower lip, showing he liked what I did to him, nipping my lip in the process, something so hot it made me shudder underneath him.
“This, baby,” I kept whispering, “does not feel casual.”
His eyes burned into mine.
I moved a hand to his jaw and finished, “And it never did.”
I just got out the last word before Ren slanted his head and took my mouth, hot, hard and wet.
He also again started moving.
But not gliding.
Not even close.
And he kept doing it until we both found it.
Simultaneously.
It.
Was.
Righteous.
Chapter Eight
Semi-Sweet
We were in Ren’s Jag, nearing my apartment complex, when I pulled my phone out of my purse.
For obvious reasons, I elected to ride back with Ren.
When I called Darius to inform him of this fact and ask him to meet me at his truck so I could get my stuff, Darius laughed his ass off.
I did not take to this kindly but I was in a good enough mood I let it slide.
Letting it slide got harder when I met Darius at his truck and Brody was there.
He took one look at me and said to Darius, “She got her some.”
I glared at Brody.
“She’s anywhere near Zano, she always gets herself some,” Darius replied.
I transferred my glare to Darius.
Darius took in my glare, lifted his brows and asked, “Am I wrong?”