Page 41 of Cause When You Love Someone
“I would never put you out. Everything in me wants to keep you locked in my house, eating wings and kicking yo’ ass in every card game I own. But you can’t run away forever, love. Your reputation will last longer than your toxic relationship.”
“Hm. You say you’re not kicking me out, but it kind of feels that way.”
I pulled the covers back, giving myself a view of the frown lines between her eyes. “Never. I checked the calendar this morning. Your schedule is clear for the next two days. You’re staying with me.”
A flush of red flashed over her cheeks as she wrapped her arm around me. “Yes, daddy. Maybe we can add a dance class on our bucket list?”
“Our?” I quizzed, hoping she would serenade me with plans for the future for a second time.
“You heard what I said. Was that too much too soon?”
I pulled her close, trapping the apprehensive woman in my arms.
“Never too much. I don’t want space. I want to breathe with you—laugh, sleep, learn—all of that.” I pecked the dimple in her chin. “I also understand I may have to give you time to heal and figure out your next move.”
A bewildered expression widened her slanted eyes. “Are you breaking up with me already?”
“No, Clarke. I just want you to think beyond the moment. Things are good when you’re with me, but what happens when you return to the real world?”
“You come with me, or we build a world of our own,” she proposed. “Whether you believe it or not, my relationship was over long before we called it quits. I haven’t slept with Chaz in a couple of months, and I never made it a secret that I didn’t want to be his wife.”
“Seriously? You whispered about your dream wedding while I ate your pussy last night.”
Her shoulders crowded around her ears. “Different man, different dreams.”
Visions of the night before made my mouth water. Pussy had never been hard to come by, but good pussy was priceless. In one night, Clarke coaxed me into being a patient lover, holding back just long enough to make sure her pussy soaked my dick.
“Mm,” I moaned.
“What are you over there thinking about?”
“Let me show you.”
Clarke squealed when I sat her ass on my chest and her pussy near my mouth. Soft kisses on the inside of her thighs drew out murmurs I could barely make out.
“Don’t be shy, baby. Let me hear you,” I demanded.
“I swear you make me forget monsters exist,” she muttered. “I was so worried?—”
My tongue ran over her clit, cutting off her sentence. “Worried about what, love? The way you fell asleep with ease, I don’t think the wordworriedis appropriate.”
She reached down and massaged the top of my head. “What’s more befitting?”
“Safe. Optimistic. In heat.” I moaned when she scooted forward and rubbed her clit against my lips. “Pussy taste so fucking good.”
“Mm. Let me ride your tongue,” she declared right as my doorbell went off.
Like mannequins, our bodies went stiff, only moving when the disturbance returned.
“Who is that?” Clarke sat back on my chest. “Don’t tell me you have a girlfriend or baby?—”
I flipped her over so she was lying on her back. “Stop talking. I’m a fucking man. I wouldn’t lie about having a woman or a baby. You shouldn’t be in my bed if you think I would.”
Ding Dong!
Clarke sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest. “Stop fussing at me and go see who it is.”
Right as the doorbell went off for the third time, I made it to the front of the house. All the insults I prepared dissolved on my tongue when I saw Izzy on my porch.
