Page 23 of Hot Rucking Canadian

“I get you.” He pressed a hand to my chest. “Now, I believe I have plans for you. They involve you. Naked. On your bed. Facing me.”

Again, something flashed in his eyes.

My gut reaction, which had no logic but still held, was he didn’t fuck many guys facing them. No, he’d likely gone for impersonal.

Whereas I’d done it both ways. I’d had some long-term relationships and would even own I wish one or two of them had lasted. Alas, they hadn’t. But if they had, I wouldn’t have been in the bar last Friday, and I certainly wouldn’t be standing here with this loveable man on a Saturday night. I snagged his hand. “Come.”

“Oh, I intend to.” He grinned wickedly.

When he did that, I barely noticed his scar. No, I was too entranced by the inherent gentleness that appeared when he let his guard down.

The ride up in the elevator proved an exercise in patience.

Of which I had very little

Still, we stumbled into my condo, and I managed to lock the door.

He cupped my crotch.

I moaned as I nuzzled behind his ear. He smelled like the earth. Like the smell I got when I skidded into the grass with a ball tucked under my arm. Which made absolutely no sense…but I’d take it as a sign.

In return, I snagged his ass. Then pulled back. “You’re damp.”

“Yeah.”

“You can drape your jeans over a stool in the kitchen, or you can toss them into the dryer.” I held my breath.

He nipped at my chin. “Better to be environmental and cheap, right?”

I exposed my throat. “Oh hell, yes.”

He chuckled. He removed his boots, then headed toward the kitchen.

I toed off my running shoes, then made my way to the bathroom.

Mamba followed me with an indignant meow.

“You’ve been fed.”

She glared.

“You’re going to be good tonight. I’m about to get lucky. So, like, go play with your stuffed mouse with catnip.”

She didn’t look impressed.

I gave her a scritch, then shooed her out of the room. “Mamba’s a good cat.” I tossed that out for Travis, belatedly realizing me might not even know I had a cat.

Oops.

Still, I was in a hurry. A quick piss and a glance in the mirror had me smiling.I’m going to get laid again. Oh wow.I’d thought after he’d left last weekend that we were done. Seeing him this afternoon had knocked me sideways.

Thank God Cassandra’s so bossy.

I’d been struggling for words.

She’d made certain Travis agreed to come to dinner.

Travis.

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