Page 142 of Unsuitable

He reaches out and trails his index finger up my thigh, making me shiver.

I swat his hand away. “Behave. I have to get dressed. He’ll be at the front door in less than five minutes.”

He gives me a disgruntled look, which I choose to ignore.

I start running around, picking up my clothes and pulling on my underwear.

Kas is just sitting in bed, watching me, hands behind his head, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

But then I guess he doesn’t. It’s not his probation officer who’s currently walking down the driveway and toward the front door.

Clothes on, I run into his bathroom.

Jesus, I have sex hair! It’s all mussed up.

I run my hands through it, trying to smooth it down. When I spy one of Kas’s hair ties on the sink, I borrow it and fasten my hair up into a messy bun.

I grab his toothpaste, squeeze some onto my index finger, and rub it over my teeth. Not the best way to clean my teeth but needs must.

“You could have used my toothbrush.” Kas comes up behind me, pressing his still very naked body against mine. His hands slide around my stomach.

Leaning forward, I spit in the sink, pushing my bum back against him. I feel him press up nice and hard against me, and my lady parts wake up to say hello.

Down, girl. My probation officer is on his way.

I grab the mouthwash and take a swig. I swish it around my mouth and spit it out. Finally, I respond to him, “I’m not going to use your toothbrush.” I run the tap, clearing the sink out.

“Why not?”

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, I say, “Um, because that’d be gross.”

“You’ve had this mouth”—he points a finger to his sexy and incredibly talented mouth—“and tongue”—he sticks it out, making me shiver—“on and inside your pussy, tasting you and making you come, for the best part of the night. You’ve had my cock in your gorgeous mouth. But using my toothbrush would be gross? Sure, that makes sense, babe.” He cocks a brow.

Holy Jesus.

I’m practically on fire. Burning up, I’m ready to drop to my knees and take him back in my suddenly watering mouth.

“Toothbrushes clean teeth.” My voice catches, and I clear my throat. “Tongues—”

“Lick,” he whispers. He gives me a good demonstration of what that magical tongue of his can do when he runs it over the pulse on my neck, sending my nerve endings screaming and making my knickers wet. Then, his teeth start to nip at my neck.

“Kas,” I say, but it comes out more like a moan. “We can’t…”

“He can wait. I can’t. I want you now.” One arm tightens around me while his other hand finds my face and turns it to the side. He kisses me. Lush and wet and deep.

I start to fall into him and the moment. He’s so goddamn addictive. I can’t get enough.

Okay, maybe Toby can wait.

His hand slides down my stomach and to the button on my jeans.

That’s when the piercing sound of the doorbell breaks the moment.

He sighs into my mouth.

I tip my head back. “Rain check?”

He rumbles out a sound of assent. Then, he releases me.