Chapter 33
“That,” he kissed her nose, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “was everything my sordid mind was dreaming off for weeks. From the minute I walked in on you telling off the greasy prick at the gas station, I’ve been wanting to kiss you. I knew you’d be passionate as hell.” His hand slipped from her shirt and boldly stroked down the front of her jeans between them, his knuckles grazing her, and she gasped at the jolt of electricity where her body pulsed in demand of more from him. “Sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He touched her lips with his one more time. “What will it be Famke? Am I walking you to your door to chastely kiss you goodnight or are you coming to mine?”
Every single brain cell in her head was screaming at her to jump on his back, slap his ass and order him to carry her to the bed where she knew he would make her weep with ecstasy, except one. One single brain cell was behaving like a kid in a park popping bubbles with a stick as it raced around shutting down all the other kid’s fun. In this case the bubbles of fun were thoughts of hot sex with a gorgeous man who turned her on with nothing more than a kiss. Pop. Pop. Pop.
She wanted to punch her brain in the nuts as she took a shaky breath and whispered, “I think I should go to bed, alone.”
No. All of her other thoughts screamed at her for being a chicken, but the one brain cell stood proudly with her hands planted firmly on her hips telling them all it was for the best, like a bespectacled old granny with a wooden spoon. Her brain cells were having an identity crisis.
“What is going on in your head?” he gave her a knowing grin as he stood back from her. “You look like you’re fighting a battle.”
“And I’m nearly losing,” she admitted as she hopped off the counter to stand beside him. “I’m sorry. I let this get out of control.” She flicked a glance to his waist where his erection was straining the fly of his jeans so tight the zipper was on full display. A twisted thought rose up in her head to drop to her knees and find out if it was as muscular as the rest of him. The granny in her brain beat the thought down with the spoon and reached for a rolling pin for good measure.
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“Baby girl,” he stroked her cheek, “We did this. We let things get out of control. It was sexy and fun, and I would love to take you upstairs and finish what we’ve started but all in due time. I’m in no hurry for you Famke. I know how to wait for a good thing and you, my gorgeous girl, are a very fucking good thing. When you come to bed with me, and you will because this attraction is undeniable, I promise it won’t be with any negative thoughts or worries of regrets in the morning.” He wrapped his arm over her shoulder and kissed her temple as he pulled her to his side, “come on. I’ll walk you to your room. By the time I get up there, I should have him,” he flicked his wrist downward, “under control and I’ll be able to check on Precious before I turn in.”
“I thought you were going to work tonight,” she whispered as they slowly climbed the stairs together. She leaned her head against his chest under his arm, enjoying the feeling of being next to him, even if only for
a few more moments.
“Famke,” he chuckled as they reached the landing of the stairs and he guided her to her bedroom door,
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“work is the last thing on my mind in this moment.” He leaned her against the door and pressed his body to hers. “I’m going to go take a shower, beat one out, turn the water to ice to drown out the rest of my unholy thoughts which will likely propel me down the hall to see if you have changed your mind at least ten times before dawn. Maybe I’ll take a Vicodin to force me to sleep to get my raunchy thoughts under control. I’m sure my mother has them around here somewhere. The only thing I am going to be able to focus on between now and sunrise, is how fucking soft your skin is, how good your lips taste and how much I want to taste the rest of you.”
“Oh,” she struggled to breath at the possibility of his raunchy thoughts. The door behind her fell away as he turned the knob, and he gently pushed her into the room.
“Close the door sweetheart or I’m going to consider it an invitation.”
She paused, her brown eyes wide and luminous as she regarded him and then very slowly closed the door on his chuckling.
He gave one knock in a salute to the door and a whispered, “goodnight beautiful,” carried to her as she turned, put her back against the door and slid down to the floor. Never had regret felt so bad and so good.
