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I watch all their backs walking down the street.
“Rowan, I’m not looking for?—”
He presses a finger to my lips. “Me either.” He steps closer. “Just…I want more…that’s all.”
And I’m sure that is all he wants. Why would I even think he’d want a relationship?
“Okay,” I say, and he raises his hand for a taxi. “We can walk.”
He opens the taxi door, waiting for me to climb in. “No, we can’t.”
He gets in next to me, his hand on my thigh again, and gives the taxi driver the address, shutting the door behind him.
As much as I want to go to his place, my gut says this could be a really bad idea. Because I’m not really a Friday night girl. Idolike relationships. Well, up until my mom decided to ruin hers.
Nine
Rowan
The taxi takes almost as longas if we’d walked—because of lights and Sunday tourist traffic—but I didn’t want to risk Tweetie walking with us and saying something that would have Leigh turning around and walking the other way. He always means well, but sometimes he needs to know when to shut the hell up.
The driver pulls up along the curb right across from my place at the address I usually give so they won’t know exactly where I live, although it’s fairly well known at this point. At least by the true puck bunnies.
He pulls away, and I spot Tweetie, Henry, and Bodhi ahead on the street, stopped and waiting to cross at a light. They’re busy watching the people pouring past on their way to see the Colts game. I’m sure all three of them will go upstairs to the rooftop and watch the game.
I slide my hand into Leigh’s, weaving through the cars inching forward. Sure, we earn a few horn honks, but we Frogger our way through, and we reach the other side safely. Once we’re behind the iron gate that has black mesh winding through it so we’re not visible, I press her back to the concrete wall, my lips crashing down on hers. I haven’t felt this starved for a woman since…last night in the elevator.
She welcomes me, arms wrapping around my waist, tugging me closer. Her tongue dances with mine, and it isn’t nearly enough to satisfy my need for this woman. It’s even worse now that I know what’s waiting for me once I get her undressed.
I yank my lips off hers and lower myself, picking her up fireman-style, and climb the stairs to my apartment.
“A girl could get used to this,” she says, lightly smacking my ass.
I grab her tight ass in my palm. I don’t know what’s happening, but this woman has me by the balls, and she doesn’t even know it.
I key in the code to my condo and open the door, walking to my kitchen. I lower her ass to my counter, place my hands on the sides of her face, and kiss her again. Her lips, her taste, they’re so addicting.
“This is such a bad idea,” she says when I sprinkle kisses along her jaw. “It was supposed to be a one-night stand.”
“I can’t find it in myself to care.” My hands splay on her thighs, opening her legs for me to step in between.
She opens willingly, her hands tugging at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up my torso. I back away and help her. Her eyes zero in on my muscles, her fingers running down every ridge.
“Are you even for real?”
It’s hard not to puff my chest out in pride when she says that. Instead, I take her hand and lower it over my groin. “Very real.”
She palms me, running her hand over my hard dick. “No doubt about it.”
I lean forward, loving her hand on me, and place my palms on either side of her hips on the counter. My lips find hers, and I inch forward, giving her more access to me. Our tongues tangle and explore one another in an easier rhythm than when we were downstairs.
I groan when she moves her hand off my dick, but she tucks her fingers under the waistband of my joggers and grips me. The skin-to-skin contact undoes any willpower I had at trying to play it cool.
I strip my lips off hers and grab her T-shirt, pulling it up over her head. She releases my dick for a second to shed the barrier between us but returns it right away.
“I’m gonna combust if I don’t get inside you.” I grab her by the ass and carry her against my chest into the bedroom.
Her teeth lightly scrape along my shoulder, and when I drop her on the bed, she bounces on the mattress before climbing up onto her knees. She brings her hands to either side of my joggers and tugs them down to my ankles. Then she does the same with my boxer briefs. My dick springs free, and she looks up at me through long dark eyelashes.
