Page 35 of Hot Response
“I did. Thank you.” There were other things she’d enjoy doing here, too.
“You should come back anytime. I mean that. Just pop in.”
He was nervous. She could tell by the tightness in his jaw and the way his pinkie was tapping against his jeans.
Screw this.She was tired of dancing around it.
Reaching out, she snagged the front of his T-shirt and hauled him close, rising up on her toes to press her lips to his.
That was all the invitation he seemed to need. There was no hesitation or feeling each other out. His mouth claimed hers with a hunger that matched her own. He had one hand on her hip and one in her hair, and she ran her hands up his back.
His kiss was hot and intense, and she dug her fingertips into the muscles of his back. His hand tightened in her hair in response. He moved closer, pinning her body between his and the counter as one of his knees slid between her legs.
Yesandfinallywere the only two words Cait had left in her vocabulary as his tongue skimmed over hers.
When she caught his lip with her teeth, Gavin moaned and his thigh pressed harder between her legs.
She wanted him naked. Now would be good, although she’d be happy to go first if he wanted her to.
He broke off the kiss, lifting his head and dropping his hand from her hair to her shoulder. She wanted to say something, but her brain was fuzzy with desire and she was a little out of breath.
He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you for quite a while, and it was still better than I imagined it would be.”
“You don’t have to stop.” And he didn’t need to stop with her mouth, either.
He made a sound that was part sigh and part low growl. “What time do you have to be home?”
“I don’t have a curfew, seeing as how I’m a grown woman and so is my mother.”
“So here’s the deal.” He paused for a second, as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. “I promised myself I wouldn’t hit on you while you were here, until you’d left and I found a different reason to get you back here.”
“You asked if I was naked in your bed and told me you had a raging hard-on. And we were just kissing.”
He actually blushed, which she found adorable. “Okay, I promised myself I wouldn’ttouchyou, then. And you kissed me first, so I’m not counting that. But the longer we’re here, the harder it gets.”
“Literally?” she asked, and then she slapped her hand over mouth when he laughed. “Sorry.”
“Yes, literally, smart-ass.”
“Leaving the apartment is kind of a technicality, don’t you think? I had my sleepover and now it’s over.”
“I...want to say yes, but I had some strong feelings about what a douche move it would be for me to take advantage of you having some time to yourself, so it’s going to be a thing for me.”
Watching him struggle with his sense of honor—as overrated as she thought this particular battle was—gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling. He was trying so hard to be a gentleman. “What if I go drive around the block and come back?”
He laughed, but shook his head. “You want to grab a pizza?”
Pizza.She wasn’t sure if somebody had told him pizza was her dietary Achilles’ heel or if it was a lucky guess, but it was a sure thing, as distractions went.
Hell, yes. She very much wanted to grab a pizza, but she’d already had so many cheat days that month, she wasn’t sure she could really call them cheat days anymore. They didn’t always eat well on shift—fast and easy rarely equaled healthy—so she tried to make halfway decent choices on her own time. And there were the doughnuts she’d already eaten to consider.
“You know you want to,” he said when she didn’t respond right away. “I can see it on your face.”
“It’s not even noon. And we just had doughnuts.”
“It’ll be lunchtime by the time we get there.”
She frowned. “Where, exactly, are you planning to get pizza?”
