Page 9 of Come to Me
"Laurie is probably going to throw an end of season party."
I shrug.
"Ditch it."
She smiles. "Okay. But I'll be exhausted all weekend. I won't want to get out of bed."
"I wasn't planning on spending much time out of bed. Except to eat amazing Mexican food, drink loads of tequila, and lounge on the hotel's private beach."
"Private beach, huh?"
"Mhmm."
She nods. "Okay. But I don't know if we'll even make it to the beach. Or if we'll have the energy to lounge."
I adjust myself in my seat.
"Miss Summers..."
"Don't worry. You'll get a taste soon," she teases in that husky voice.
It's so fucking hot.
At the next stoplight, she kisses me.
It's a hungry kiss. One that makes my already hard cock throb.
She must be waking up.
"Thanks, Luke," she whispers, pulling back. "I need something like this. I haven't had enough of you lately."
"Yeah," I agree. "But I don't think I could ever have enough of you."
Smiling she kisses my cheek, snuggling into the side of my neck.
It's sweet.
But I need more than a kiss on the cheek.
I need to be buried balls deep in her yesterday.
We can't get home fast enough.
We pull into the driveway and I wait impatiently for the garage to open.
Alyssa's eyes watch me with the same hunger I feel.
In only minutes, we'll be alone in our house.
And naked and sweaty as quickly as I can manage it.
Though it's not strictly our house.
Technically, it's my house. After the agony of Samantha buying me out of my half of our house, Alyssa refused to share a mortgage.
My ex-girlfriend was willing to resort to whatever emotional manipulation it took to get her way. Alyssa bends over backwards to ensure she doesn't have leverage.
I wish she wouldn't be so damn careful. I'd trust her with much more than a mortgage.
