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"Yes, please, yes."
She squeezes her eyes shut as I lunge my head down to lave her rigid nub with gentle strokes of my tongue. Her desperate noises and sharp breaths compel me to lash her flesh with ravenous swipes, the flavor of her cream permeating my mouth. When she plows her hands into my hair, clawing at my scalp, I know I need to make her come right now so I can shag her mindless before Icaithall over her.
Somewhere in the distance, a doorbell chimes.
The sound barely registers in my mind. I plunge one finger inside Erica, then two, curving them into the sweet spot just inside her opening.
Erica thrashes, flinging her hands up to clench them in the pillow.
The doorbell chimes again. Casey begins barking, and something in the tone of his barks snaps us both out of the spell our shared lust has woven around us. She jolts upright, pushing me away. On my knees, off-kilter with one hand on the bed, I gape at her.
"I have to see who's at the door," she says, then she jumps off the bed to snag a robe from the back of the door and yank it on.
"Ye've gotta be kidding me." My jaw drops open, and I follow her movements without blinking or moving a muscle. My shoulders sag.
As she rushes out the bedroom door, Erica flashes me an apologetic smile. "Sorry."
Should I go with her? Can't remember where I left my clothes, so I lie back on the back with my hands linked behind my neck. I hear voices, though not loud enough that I can tell who the other person is or if that person is male or female. Gradually, the voices grow louder. Not because they're moving toward the hallway. No, the voices get louder because Erica is almost shouting at the visitor. The anger and distress in her tone tell me everything I need to know to make my decision.
I am going out there.
When I'd sneaked over to Gil's house to retrieve Erica's gift, I'd also grabbed some daytime clothes. Now, I spot the jeans I'd brought and snatch them off the dresser, pulling them on so quickly that I almost trip over my own feet. Though I jerk the zipper up, I don't fasten the button. The argument going on out there has gotten more heated, and I forget all about my clothing, sprinting down the hallway and halting at its end.
Presley thebod ceannhas just shoved his foot over the threshold, though Erica is blocking him with her body and one hand on the door. Thecacan's body is inches from hers. She kicks at his posh running shoes.
Thecacanchortles. But then his attention swerves to me, and his eyebrows lift. "So, you are banging Scotch Tape."
Erica looks over her shoulder at me, but I only glance at her for a split second before I sharpen my gaze on Presley.
Thebod ceannglowers at me. "What's your game, Scottie?"
I raise one brow. Is that the best his puny brain can come up with? If I wanted to insult and harass him, I'd do much better. But not in front of Erica.
"Go away," she hisses at Presley, shoving against his chest. "No way in hell you're ever getting inside my house."
Thecacanbores his gaze into her for a moment, then spins on his heels and stomps away from the house to his Alfa Romeo. I can see it through the windows.
Just as Erica shuts the door, tires squeal out on the street.
I watch the canary-yellow car roar away.
She rests her forehead on the door but doesn't seem to notice when I approach her until I grip her shoulder. Then she jumps.
"Easy," I say. "He's gone."
She raises her head, shuffling around to face me. "You didn't throttle Presley this time."
Did she want me to do that? Women can be very confusing.
I back her up to the door, planting my hands on either side of her shoulders. "You seemed to have things in hand, and I didn't want to barge in where I'm not wanted, like last time."
"You were wanted then." She places a palm on my bare chest, her soft skin slightly cool. "And you're wanted now."
"Am I?" Pinning her to the door, I sweep aside the halves of her robe and rub myself against her so she can feel my erection, where it strains to escape my jeans.
"Oh, yes." She rolls her hips into me.
"Well then." I pick her up and race down the hallway into the bedroom, dropping her onto the mattress, and strip off my jeans. "Best take advantage of the moment, eh?"
