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I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to play Yahtzee. Now.
Me: Fifteen minutes. If I keep things quiet right after she goes to bed, she’s a good sleeper.
Sly: Why does no one ever praise me for that? I’m a fucking fantastic sleeper.
I laughed quietly.
Me: I meant to tell you that Sunday morning. That I was really impressed by your sleeping prowess.
Sly: I think you were impressed by other things...
I waited, but nothing else came through, so I busied myself brushing my hair and teeth and nervously tidying the house.
It was almost nine when a quiet knock came at the door, and I let out a nervous giggle, rushing over to open it.
Sly stood on my doorstep smiling. His dark hair was tousled and the smile revealed dimples far back in his cheeks, giving him a jovial innocence that made me want to jump him. He had on low-slung dark jeans and a soft-looking green T-shirt, and he was standing close enough that whatever scent seemed to cling to him — leather and mint (dirty candy if you listened to Katie) — teased my senses.
“Hi,” I said, suddenly shy.
He looked me up and down, slowly, like a wolf eyeballing a sheep it was about to eat, and a shiver went through me unbidden.
“Hi,” he said, his voice low and warm. “Katie asleep?”
“As far as I know. Come in.”
I moved back and Sly stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.
We stared at each other for a long moment, and then the moment snapped and I was in his arms, his mouth devouring mine hungrily. I kissed him back, every bit as hungry, my hands sliding up beneath that soft shirt and reveling in the feel of his hot, smooth skin.
Sly’s hands were as insistent as his tongue and lips, sliding, gripping, exploring. And then he pulled back and before I could prepare myself or register what he was about to do, he leaned in and literally swept me off my feet, carrying me back to my bedroom and setting me gently on the bed before turning back to quietly shut and lock the door.
“I would have kicked it shut, but...”
“Glad you didn’t.”
He faced me then, his eyes ripping every shred of clothing from my body and devouring me. My skin heated beneath his gaze, and the distant desire I’d had for him all week boiled into a desperate need.
“Come here,” I pleaded.
“I’m coming,” he said. “Just wanted a second to look at you, to remind myself how lucky I am.”
“You’ll get a lot luckier if you’re over here,” I pointed out.
He laughed, and it broke a bit of the thrumming tension I felt. And then he joined me on the bed, stretching out beside me and pulling me close.
“I mean it,” he said. “How lucky I feel that you’d want to spend time with me. Like this. Or at all, actually.”
I was tracing his strong scratchy jaw with my fingers, but I stopped and met his gaze, finding a shadow there that hadn’t been there before.
“Why would you say that?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but then seemed to change his mind, and the words that came next didn’t match his cloudy expression. “Because you’re incredible, Clara. You’re so ridiculously smart. It’s just... “He broke off and leaned in, his lips slanting over mine and ending the conversation. I wanted to ask another question, but my brain slowly began misfiring as Sly’s hands on my body stole my power of speech.
He undressed me slowly, covering each inch of newly exposed skin with his mouth, tracing patterns with his fingers, leaving little trails of shivers everywhere he went. By the time I was naked beneath him, a shivering needy pile of woman, I’d forgotten the conversation, abandoned it completely in exchange for what I knew was on the horizon.
I was going to Yahtzee again. Soon.
Once I’d wrangled Sly out of his clothes, I pushed him to his back and climbed over him, wanting to appreciate the view of this hot, hulking man sprawled out naked in my bed.
