Page 64 of Take Me
“It’s not nuts.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s just… practical.”It’s the first thing that pops into my head “We need to do this to make things convincing.To make our fake-dating plan official.”
“That makes sense.”
It makes no sense at all, but far be it for me to admit that.Desperate to touch her again, I pull her into my arms for another quick kiss.It’s supposed to be quick.
Instead, I wind up pressing her back against the side of her truck, sweeping my tongue into her hot little mouth.Her nails rake my back through the satin pink shirt, clawing me tighter against her.Threading my hands through her hair, I make myself stop and take a step back.“Maybe ditch the hairpiece.”
She nods once and rips off the beard.“I’ll meet you at your place in five.”
“I’m so fucking glad I live close to work.”
I run to my driver’s side door, yanking it open and shoving my key in the ignition as Erika peels out of the parking lot.I completely miss a stop sign while wriggling off the pink satin jacket, and I’m definitely doing forty in a twenty-five zone.Guess this is one of those times to be grateful Erika’s got that souped-up engine.Mine’s not too shabby, so we screech to a stop in front of my house in four minutes and thirty-two seconds.
Throwing open the door, I hit the ground running and head up my walkway with Erika right on my heels.“You stripped while driving?”she shouts from behind me.
“Yep.”I notice that she did the same.Lucky for her, she just wore her costume over her leggings and tank top.She’s ditched Kenny’s jacket and pants, but she’s still wearing the button-down shirt.
“Your neighbors are watching you sprint up your walkway wearing a bustier and your brother’s boxers.”
I wave to Mrs.Olafson as she drags a wheeled trash can to the end of her driveway.“Garbage night, huh?”I call to my neighbor.To Erika, I offer a shrug.“I couldn’t get the damn thing unhooked without taking both hands off the wheel.”
“Betrayed by women’s fashion,” she muses.“Glad I’m not the only one.”
“I’m just glad you got rid of the chest hair.”We’re at the front door now, and I’m so fucking glad I don’t lock it.
“Hurry up, Mason.”Because a two-second pause to twist the knob is too damn long to wait before touching each other again.
We tumble through the door in a tangle of hands and arms and legs.I’m backing her toward the bedroom when Scrumpy starts barking.
“Sorry, buddy.”I manage to tear my mouth off Erika’s long enough to stoop down and pet my dog.“I know we’re both dressed kinda weird.”
“Don’t worry,” Erika assures him.“We won’t be wearing these clothes much longer.”
For some reason that seems to appease him.He trots to his bed and curls up to gnaw on the tiny black tire Erika bought him as a chew toy.
“Does he need a walk?”She kicks off her shoes and starts to unbutton her shirt.
“He’s had three today.”I need to touch her again.Need to take off my clothes and her clothes and lay her back on my bed?—
“Wait.”I squint at the V of her cleavage where her skin looks chafed and red.“Are you still sore from those sticker things?”
“That’s from the chest hair, dummy.”She unbuttons her shirt.“Gotta stop putting things on my boobs.”
“Except my hands, right?”I help with the buttons, eager to have her topless again.“You’re sure you’re not hurt?”
“The only pain I’m feeling is an intense, urgent, desperate, dire need to feel you fucking me as soon as humanly possible.”
“Right.”Holy shit.Her words leave me dazed, and so do her hands on the waist of my boxers.I’m almost too dizzy to stop her, but I need to get out of this bustier.“Could you please unhook this stupid top?”
Laughing, she glides her hands up my back.Her fingers make quick work of the hooks as her eyes lift to mine.“This is just revenge sex, right?”
“Revenge?”
“Not the right word.”She’s kissing my chest now, her voice coming out a blurred echo.“It’s about sticking it to our exes.Or showing the whole fucking town we’re not objects of pity.”
