Page 57 of Time for Change

I shrug, setting her bag down on the corner of the bed. “I don’t need fancy. As long as I have a comfortable bed to sleep in, I’m good. I didn’t even care about matching furniture,” I joke, even though it’s not a joke. My nightstands, dresser, and headboard all came from different places.

She walks over to the bathroom and takes a look inside, turning with a smile when she’s completed her view. “I like your room.”

My dick starts to take notice of the gorgeous woman standing in my bedroom. “I like having you in my room,” I reply, my voice a bit husky.

Taking a few steps in my direction, Stevie stops in front of me and goes up on her tiptoes. She brushes her lips across mine, igniting every ember of lust that’s been smoldering since our date last Thursday. “Just so you know, I am planning on spending the night here, if the offer is still on the table.”

“It’s very much still on the table.”

The table.Maybe I’ll lay her out and have my wicked way with her there later…

“Good,” she replies, giving me a hard, chaste kiss before pulling back. She takes both of my hands in hers as we start to make our way out of my bedroom. “We’ll come back up here later.”

“Yes, we will,” I find myself replying.

We move together down the stairs. “So, who’s your favorite band or singer?”

I chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me,” she states as we move down the hallway.

I pause outside the laundry room. “Mötley Crüe.”

She barks out a laugh. “Shut up, it is not.”

Chuckling, I assure her, “It is. I saw them in concert when I was eighteen at the state fair. Loved them while I was growing up, but they put on one of the best shows I’ve ever seen, so they became an instant favorite that night.”

Shaking her head, she says, “I can’t believe it.” She pauses before asking, “What’s your favorite song?”

“‘Time for Change.’”

Her face falls, her mouth hanging open in shock. “Seriously?” she asks with a gasp.

“Yeah, why? You don’t like that one?”

She shakes her head in disbelief. “No, it’s my favorite too.”

I bark out a laugh. “Really?”

“I swear,” she confirms. “How crazy is that? We both love the same band and have the same favorite song.”

I pull her against me, locking my fingers together behind her back. She places her hands around my neck, the tips of her fingers dancing at my hairline and causing my blood to rush south of the border once more. “Fate,” I whisper.

She nibbles on her bottom lip, and that’s all I need to see to want another taste. I swipe my mouth against hers, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips until I’m granted access. She opens, her own tongue seeking mine out, gliding together in the best way possible.

Just as I’m about to say “fuck it” to eating dinner, throw her over my shoulder, and cart her off to my bedroom, the timer on the oven chimes, interrupting our kiss. “Damn,” I mutter.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, her eyes glazed over as she tries to catch her breath.

“Hold that thought,” I tell her, placing a chaste kiss on her lips before releasing my hold. “Dinner first, then we can get back to the kissing.”

She gives me a knowing grin as she takes my hand and walks with me into the kitchen. “Can’t wait.”

Me either.

And not just for the sex, if we end up taking it as far as we’ve discussed—though, I’m really looking forward to that. It’s the intimacy I’ve been missing without even realizing it. The thought of holding her as she sleeps and waking up with her at my side is just as exciting as the actual act of sex.

“It smells amazing in here,” she says, moving to the fridge and retrieving the salad.

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