Page 2 of Making Home with You
Now that I do, I gotta admit, she’s hot.A tall, blonde haired, blue eyed goddess who somehow looks like she could bring me to my knees with just a look.
“I should get you some ice,” she says, finally meeting my stare.
“It’s okay,” I repeat as I find myself smiling at her.“You didn’t do this,” I add, lowering the paper towels.
“Really?”she asks, her fingers reaching up to touch my jaw as I nod my confirmation.
The second she touches me; all brain function ceases to exist as a jolt of pure electricity shoots through me.From the very spot she’s touching me, all the way down my spine and straight to my dick.It shocks me, but given the way her eyes widen at the touch, I get the feeling I’m not the only one who felt it.
“Ah, you’re…you’re sure…sure you’re alright?”she stammers, her words a whisper.
“I am,” I say, sliding my hand up so it’s covering hers.
“It looks like a decent bruise you’ve got there,” she continues, her eyes never leaving mine.
I grin.“You should see the other guy,” I say, even though this doesn’t come close to the truth.
The woman smiles back at me, sending my stomach into a freefall as her eyes sparkle with mischief.“Tough guy, huh?”she asks teasingly.
“I can hold my own,” I reply, sliding my fingers down her arm to her hip.
I watch as her lips part, the small breath she releases as she steps closer.“I’ll bet you can,” she whispers.“In more ways than one.”
My grin widens as I stare down at her having no clue as to what the fuck is going on here.How in the hell did I go from a quiet post-work drink, to heading to the john, to getting taken out by this little spit fire, to being trapped in the ladies’ restroom with her and suddenly itching to tear her clothes off and do a whole lot more to her?
“What are you thinking about?”she asks, seemingly reading my mind as she licks her bottom lip.
The groan falls from my mouth before I can stop it.“This,” I whisper as I lean down and press my mouth against hers.
This time it’s her groaning as she pushes the length of her body flush against mine, practically forcing her way between my legs.I slide both hands onto her ass, grabbing it as I lift her up and spin us around so she’s now sitting on the counter and I’m the one standing between her legs, my lips never leaving hers.
Eventually I pull back, both of us breathing harder.
“Wow,” she whispers against my mouth.
“I know,” I murmur, sliding my hands up her thighs and under her sweater so they are resting on her hips.
She smiles in response, hooking her legs around me and pulling me even closer.“That all you got?”she teases.
“Oh, you want more, huh?”
She bites her bottom lip.“Well, you did say you could hold your own,” she says, hands grabbing my hips now.“Guess I wanna see if that’s true.”
“You serious?”I ask.
Where the hell did this woman come from?She’s like a walking wet dream.Gorgeous, sexy and with one hell of an attitude, she’s like no one I’ve ever met before.
“Uh huh,” she says, pressing her lips against mine again as her hands now start to unbuckle my belt.
“Wait, fuck, hold on,” I say, pulling back.I watch as a flash of disappointment crosses her face before I turn and walk toward the door, locking it so no one can walk in on us.God knows given my job in this town, the last thing I need is someone walking in and catching me fucking a woman in the restroom.
I’ll leave that notoriety to Beck and Ryan.
When I turn back, I stop in my tracks, taking in the sight of her as she now sits on the counter, her boots and pants discarded on the floor.She smiles at me, beckoning me over with her finger.
I walk over to her, my hands finishing off my belt and undoing the buttons on my jeans.The second I’m standing between her legs, her hands are on me, pushing my jeans and briefs down my hips.My dick now standing to attention between us.
“You sure you wanna do this?”I ask.
