Page 38 of Dirty Deeds

“Perfect,” I say. “Do me a favor and text me the address.” I shove my feet into a pair of sneakers, grab the phone, and head out of my room only stopping to swipe my keys from the hook next to the front door.

“What? Why? What happened?”

“Nothing happened. I just need her address,” I say exasperatedly. Why does everything have to be a fucking interrogation?

I lock the door and head for my truck.

“It’s the middle of the night and you’re asking for her address. She didn’t strike me as the booty call type.”

“If you’re trying to piss me off, you’re doing a good job.”

“Look I ain’t going to be like everyone else and tell you to stay away from her. Just be smart about it. Don’t get caught.”

My phone chimes and I pull it away from my ear to see he’s text me the address. Grinning, I press it back to my ear and hit the button on the key fob, unlocking my truck.

“Thanks, brother. I owe you one.”

He mutters a reply, but I don’t really pay attention to a word he says. Disconnecting the call, I climb into my truck and throw Danica’s address into the navigation. Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling onto her street. I park on the next block over just to play it safe and walk back. It isn’t until my thumb is pressed against her doorbell that I actually ask myself what the fuck I’m doing.

Danica’s going to think I’m crazy. Either that or she’s going to pissed as fuck that I woke her up. Suddenly, the door opens, and every worry flees my mind as I take her in. All that beautiful blonde hair is in disarray, sticking up in places it shouldn’t and yet it’s unbelievably endearing and hot as all hell. She wears a pair of sleep shorts, the kind that rides up a woman’s ass and leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her top doesn’t either, giving me a clear view of her nipples. The woman is a walking wet dream.

“Enzo? What are you doing here?” Her voice is thick with sleep and sexy as fuck. She rubs at her eyes, then stares at me expectantly.

The way I see it I have a couple of options. I can give her some lame excuse and tell her I couldn’t sleep, that I just kept thinking about her in the shower. She’ll invite me inside her house, and we’ll play another round of the cat and mouse game. I’ll whisper dirty things in her ear and steal a touch here and there. Maybe we kiss, maybe we don’t. Then she’ll get lost inside her head. She’ll worry about all the things that can go wrong while my case is pending, and we’ll be back where we started, unsatisfied, yearning for release, clawing at our skin because we’re so fucking hot for one another.

Option two is less complicated and a whole lot more rewarding.

I go with option two.

Stepping forward, I close the distance between us. Her eyes widen slightly, and she becomes more alert when my palms frame her cheeks. I cradle her face for a moment, my eyes searching hers for any sense of fear or doubt, but they mirror everything reflected in mine. She wants me just as bad as I want her. My fingers move to their own accord, sliding from her cheeks to her neck. I hook one finger under the thin strap of her top and slide it down the curve of her shoulder, giving myself a better view of her perfect tits. Another inch and I’ll expose her nipple.

Lifting my gaze, I meet hers.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I start, my tone husky. “I’m going to kiss you. It’s going to be soft at first. Then I’m going to fuck your mouth and with every stroke of my tongue, you’ll start to imagine my cock inside of you. You remember how that felt, don’t you, Danica? How deep I went. How wide I stretched you. You remember. You begged me to fuck you harder and when I did you got so wet. It wasn’t long before you came all over my cock. It was fucking glorious.”

She whimpers softly as she reaches out and grips my t-shirt, pulling me closer. My erection presses against her stomach and I lower my head, burying my face in the side of her neck.

“Tell me you remember,” I demand.

“I remember,” she pants.

“Now tell me to go home, Danica, because if you don’t, I’m going to give you that kiss. I’m going to fuck your mouth and drive you crazy, until you’re naked, begging me to make you come.”

Pulling away, I straighten my shoulders and slide my hand back to her cheek. Her hand comes up and her fingers circle my wrist.

“Stay.”

One word.

One powerful fucking word.

I lower my head and claim her mouth, pressing my lips hungrily against hers. In a flash her hands are everywhere, moving from my wrist to my shoulders, down my chest. She pulls me into her house without breaking the kiss and I kick the door close behind me. Threading my fingers through the mass of blonde waves, my tongue darts out of my mouth, taking a swipe at the seam of hers. She opens for me, and I thrust my tongue deep inside, the taste of her so sinfully intoxicating. She’s a drug I can’t get enough of.

My fingers tighten in her hair and wind it around my wrist, pulling her head back, giving me an even better angle to devour her. Her tongue dances with mine, eager and just as hungry. Continuing the kiss, I lead us further into her house, turning and slamming her up against the nearest wall. Her back arches and legs fall open in invitation as her hands creep under my tee, exploring my body.

I press myself against her, letting her feel just how fucking hard I am for her. Then, I break the kiss and detangle my fingers from her hair. She stares up at me, panting, her lips swollen and parted.

She’s a sight I never want to forget.

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