Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“Cami…” It pained him to admit, “I can’t give you what you want.”
Confusion crossed her face. “What do I want? Besides to go inside?”
“If you expect more from me—”
“Than sex?”
“Yes.”
Silence filled the space between them for a few heartbeats. “Did I ask for anything more?”
“No.” Not yet. “But…”
Hell, maybe he was overthinking this and, if he continued on this path, he would make a goddamn fool of himself.
“I thought this was casual,” she said simply.
A valid assumption. “It is.” Or it was.
“Then you have nothing to worry about. I want nothing more from you than you’ve already given me. And what you’re about to give me. We’re keeping it simple, right?”
Right. Keep it simple, stupid.
“Right?” she asked again. “Or am I missing something here?”
“You’re not missing anything. I only wanted to make sure it was clear.”
“Clear as a cloudless sky.” She shifted against him. “Tell me… Is there a reason you still have me pinned against your car? I’d rather not have sex in the driveway under a spotlight. I’d venture to guess most of Fletch’s neighbors would prefer not to watch that, either. Not to mention, I’d have to look them in the face whenever I take Murphy for a walk around the block. That could get a bit awkward.”
His reason for coming over was to turn her ass cheeks a bright shade of red before fucking her. Realistically, he could still do that and leave right after.
For fuck’s sake. Who was he kidding? If he went in that house, he wasn’t leaving it again until morning.
After breakfast.
After another good fuck and a few shared orgasms.
He groaned at what a weak simp this woman made him.
There was nothing “simple” about their connection.
After Sasha, he had no problem keeping things only surface deep when he found a woman he wanted to spend some time with. And by “time” he meant hours at the most, not days or weeks. Hell, not even overnight.
After his divorce, he hadn’t met a woman he wanted to wake up next to, roll over and greet with a “good morning.”
This powerhouse of a woman made him want to, not only do that, but tell her goodnight as they both laid their heads down on the pillows in the dark.
His heart thumped heavily and an unbearable weight pressed on his chest.
When he released her neck and went to step back to give them both their freedom, she caught him off guard by clamping a hand around his neck in the same way he had hers and tugging him so hard, he crashed into her. Before he could catch his balance, she captured his mouth and kissed him until he no longer had one damn doubt about coming over.
Not one about going inside.
And definitely none about spending the night.
Driving his hands into her hair along both sides of her head, he curled them into tight fists so he could yank her head back even further and steal control of the kiss from her. Her fingers dug into his waist to hold him there, a sign he took as encouragement to continue the dick-hardening assault on her mouth.
At that moment, he didn’t give a shit what the neighbors saw or even thought.
He could spread her wide on the hood and eat her pussy until she ripped the hair right out of his head.
He could open the rear driver’s side door, make her sit sideways on the edge of the back seat and force feed her his cock.
He could drag her around to the rear of his vehicle to bend her over the trunk and pound her from behind until they both came.
He could do all of that and more.
But life was more than experiencing those moments he could easily get lost in.
All actions had consequences, whether bad, good or indifferent.
In reality, he liked his job and preferred not to get arrested for indecent exposure. Or have videos of them engaging in “lewd acts” on the car and under a bright spotlight go viral all over the internet.
That would be fun to explain to Bob Williams, especially since the other participant was also a DEA agent. Worse, it might not stop with him. It could climb the chain of command until it landed on Luis Cabrera’s desk. And if it didn’t officially, then the gossip could easily land in his ear.
So, yeah… They needed to take this inside before it went any further and while he still had a solid grip on his common sense.
However, his cock was jammed hard against his zipper, not only because of the intensity of the kiss, but due to her little groans, along with her grinding against his already throbbing erection.
While he appreciated her responses, they were not helping with his dilemma.
Slightly bending his knees, he hooked her under her ass and lifted her, managing not to break their lip lock. With her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, he somehow managed to carry her to the porch without them both plummeting to the ground.