Page 11 of Sassy Pants

I watch with great fascination while his muscles flex as he moves about the room pulling on a pair of jeans and shoving a cigarette between his lips. Most of his back is bare of anyink save a cross on the back of his neck and I wonder if he’s religious.

Caught in the act of gawking at him I don’t even try to hide it as heat shoots up the back of my neck and my belly burns. I totally didn’t expect him to be so damn good looking this morning.

Stud takes a drag off his cigarette and snatches something off the floor. “Here. This should fit. Tried to put you in them last night but failed.” His pretty green eyes glitter with specks of gold.

“I bet you tried real hard.” He shrugs, and I yank the sheet up over my chest knowing it’s no use. He’s already had an up close and personal gander at my tits being we slept cuddled up to each other all night. I should be embarrassed but I’m not. He’s such a stupid jerk, yet at the same time he’s confident. I find the trait sexy.

I quickly slip into the flannel, the musky scent of cologne washes over me and takes hold with a hint of smoke. When I get out of the bed the shirt falls to my knees and Stud appraises me.

“Like my shirt on you.”

I don’t reply because I don’t have one. Instead I focus on pulling the waist of the sweatpants he loaned me tight enough they don’t drop to my ankles. “You wouldn’t happen to have a spare toothbrush, would you?”

“What’s it worth to ya?”

“Add it to my tab.”

“How about you cook me dinner, and we’ll take it from there.”

I try and fail to stop my lips from stretching into a smirk. “Maybe I can’t cook.”

Stud roots around in a drawer and pulls out a new toothbrush still in the pack. “I’ll take my chances.”

“I live with Chaser and from the looks of things…you live here.”

“If I get a kitchen, you gonna cook for me?”

“Trust me, my cooking isn’t that great.”

Stud crosses the room in three heavy steps. He drops the toothbrush. One hand goes to my hip and the other caresses my jaw. “I don’t think you’re hearing me. I like you, Gianna. Love that sassy mouth and them pretty lips that come with it.”

I gape at him. “You don’t even know me.”

“No, but so far I’m liking what I’m seeing.” He dips his head in an attempt to kiss me, and I pull back.

“So let’s say I cook for you. What happens when a woman who makes better meatloafcomes along? You gonna kick me out of your bed the way you did that chick last night?”

“Babe, you make meatloaf as good as you run that mouth, I’ll put a ring on that finger.”

“Okay. What have you been smoking?” I try to back away, but he has me cornered by the bed.

“You’re cute.”

I try to go around him, but he pins me to the wall. “I’m not cute. I’m a grown woman. Trash pandas are cute.”

He snorts and his eyes soften before he sucks his bottom lip in and rolls it back out. “Stop trying to put me off you, darlin'.”

“I’m—” the rest of my sentence dies on his lips because Stud’s mouth is on mine and now, I think I know why they call him Stud. Mercy me can the man kiss. He works fast because my panties are already ready to drop, and I’ve noteven had his tongue in my mouth yet. He changes that quickly. Sliding his tongue between my lips he kisses me hard, wet, and deep.

Stud kisses me breathless and senseless. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed so sexily before and when he breaks away, I fight the urge to ask for another.

“You feel that, Gianna?” Stud holds my gaze, fingers biting into my hip with need.

“Hmm?”

“Yeah you feel it.” He grins. “Go brush your teeth then we’ll attempt to find some coffee and breakfast downstairs.”

“Right…I’m just going to go…” I grab the toothbrush and scurry out the room. Out in the hall I take a deep breath.Shit. I didn’t ask him where the bathroom is. All the doors are closed, and I don’t notice a sign. There aren’t any lights on. The sunlight spilling in from the window atthe other end of the hall isn’t giving me much help.

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