put her in some other clothes, but I completely forgot when Tango decided to make his escape.
“Morning, sunshine,” I say to her.
“What?” she says, rubbing at her eyes. “What’s going on? Why are you home, Tango? Does Cali know? She’s going to kill you.” She doesn’t wait for answers; instead, she continues on into the kitchen where she pours herself a large glass of orange juice. When she makes her way back out into the living room, her hair isn’t sticking up everywhere, and the black smudges of makeup are cleared off too. “Sorry for last night.”
“Did you have a good time, at least?” I ask her.
Sasha’s cheeks glow with either nausea or embarrassment, maybe a combination of both, but she twists a strand of her hair around her ear. “Yeah, most of the night was pretty fun.” Hopefully, it’s the part of the night when I was there, and Peter Peter wasn’t.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“Can we—?” she points down the hall. I’d like to think she’s asking me to go do something I’d like to do, but I’m guessing she just wants to talk. “And good luck to you when your wife wakes up.” She laughs a little while warning Tango.
I salute Tango and head down the hall, following Sasha into the bedroom she’s occupying. When the door closes, she sits down on the edge of her bed. “I’m so sorry for the way I acted last night,” she begins.
“You have nothing to be sorry about, doll-face.”
“I acted like a cheap—”
“Sasha, it’s okay to loosen up and have some fun. I’m the one who told you to live a little, and you definitely lived it up last night. It made me happy to see you have some fun.”
I’m giving her space in case that’s what she needs right now, and I lean back against the door as I slip my hands into my back pockets.
“I know, but I shouldn’t have acted the way I did with that guy when I feel the way I do about you. You made me angry, and I was being vengeful,” she says, keeping her gaze locked tightly on the ground.
“It was my fault,” I tell her.
“It was,” she agrees. “I just made a mistake, that’s all.”
“With me?” I hope that’s not what she’s referring to. I don’t want to be one of her mistakes.
“That wasn’t a mistake,” she says, still not looking at me. “It was a pretty amazing awakening that I wouldn’t do again in a public bathroom.” Laughter fills the awkward trail of her words, and she finally looks up at me with a look of wonder. I wish I knew what she was wondering.
“I’m glad you feel that way. I mean the bathroom made for a hot situation and that dress…” Pinching at my chin, I can’t help but look down at her legs—her perfectly toned legs that are completely bare up to her high thighs. “You made me crazy last night.”
“I didn’t mean to do that,” she says under her breath as her fingertips press into the side of the bed. I don’t know if she realizes it but she’s driving me fucking crazy right now too.
“Yes, you did,” I correct her.
“Maybe a little,” she grins.
It’s six in the morning. Tango’s about to get his ass kicked, there’s a five-year-old next door, and I just can’t think of any of those things while her eyes are looking at me the way they are. With a quick movement, like an animal attacking its prey, I throw her down onto the bed and climb over her. Taking her lips with mine, my hands grab and squeeze everything I can reach as I pull her up to the head of the bed and pull the sheets down, wrapping us up in them.
My hands are in her hair, and they’re feeling the smoothness of each strand. The scent of her shampoo is assaulting my nose as the taste of her orange-juice laced tongue sends electrifying zaps down the length of my core. The bare skin of her legs is something I want to feel more of, and apparently, she must agree since her hands are working on my belt. She wants this too.
Keeping my hand behind her head, I use my other hand to tear my shirt off, careful not to fall into her since I’d likely crush her. With my pants down by my ankles, our legs intertwine, allowing her skin to rub against mine like warm silk. Her body is