step toward the street.
Yes, you need to go . Before I do something stupid, like kiss you.
"Wait," she said. Once again, her mouth spoke without permission from her brain. "What are you going to do anyway?”
“Honestly?” The sensitive mouth twitched with self-deprecating humor as he stared into the distance, but the darkness in his eyes suggested he was serious. “I thought I’d get shit-faced drunk then drive over to your brother’s and beat his ass.”
“Well, I can appreciate your motives, but your plan has a few holes in it.” She drew in a deep breath. “First of all, you shouldn’t drink and drive. Second, assault and battery carries a hefty jail term. And third, Mitch is a cop. So any way you go, that program will probably put you in jail.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right.” He rubbed the back of his neck and studied her from his great height. “And I can’t really go home, because Jack’s in the apartment with Ally. I promised to make myself scarce tonight.”
“Come on.” With a light touch on his arm, she nodded toward the door. “We can watch a movie or something.”
"Are you sure?" His brow furrowed as if confused by her invitation. He gave her a wary glance. “When you say watch a movie, is that code for something else, or do you really want to watch a movie?”
With a shy smile, she took his hand and tugged him into the building. “We can discuss it upstairs.”
A case of nerves had her hand trembling when she tried to fit the key into the lock of her apartment door. Randy crowded behind her, close enough for her to feel the heat of his body through her clothes. Warm breath brushed her ear. He bent over her shoulder, took the key from her hand, and unlocked the door.
With an arm braced on the door above her head, he leaned into her, chest, hips, and thighs solid against her back. Off balance physically and emotionally, she pushed back to keep from falling. The dips and swells of his insane body trapped her between his torso and the door. She heard his breath hitch.
“Are we going in?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in her ear.
The door had barely closed behind them when he turned and pushed her against it. She fell back, one hand on his chest. His heartbeat thudded against her palm. The keys fell from her hand to the floor with a jingle. Warm fingertips traced the column of her neck and slope of her shoulder. He drew in a deep breath before cupping her breast, cradling it with care. The tip of his nose skimmed the shell of her ear, and every muscle south of her waist clenched with abrupt desire.
There was something hesitant about his touch as if any minute he expected her to recoil. If only he knew how exquisite it felt to be stroked by someone so powerful. The tips of his fingers were rough from hard work but gentle in their exploration. They drifted over her skin with butterfly lightness, causing quite a commotion in her nether parts. She bit her lower lip and sighed.
“This is probably a bad idea,” he said. The deep, rough voice was tortured with emotions she couldn’t begin to identify, their sounds echoing her own internal anguish. “Neither one of us is in a good place.”
“I know.” She closed her eyes and swallowed hard to hold down the lump in her throat. “We’ve both had a shitty day. But maybe we just need to fuck through it.” When her eyelids fluttered open, she found him staring at her with raised eyebrows and an amused smile.
“Fuck through it? Okay. I’m intrigued.” He tugged on the tendril of hair curling behind her ear. “Go on.”
“Yeah. You know what I mean.”
“I don’t want you to hate me later.” He tickled her nose with the end of her hair. “These kinds of things don’t usually end well for me.”
“I won’t hate you.” What was it about him that made her feel so deeply? She couldn’t imagine ever hating him. “But maybe we should set some ground rules.”
“Like what?” He leaned forward and nuzzled the
Yes, you need to go . Before I do something stupid, like kiss you.
"Wait," she said. Once again, her mouth spoke without permission from her brain. "What are you going to do anyway?”
“Honestly?” The sensitive mouth twitched with self-deprecating humor as he stared into the distance, but the darkness in his eyes suggested he was serious. “I thought I’d get shit-faced drunk then drive over to your brother’s and beat his ass.”
“Well, I can appreciate your motives, but your plan has a few holes in it.” She drew in a deep breath. “First of all, you shouldn’t drink and drive. Second, assault and battery carries a hefty jail term. And third, Mitch is a cop. So any way you go, that program will probably put you in jail.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right.” He rubbed the back of his neck and studied her from his great height. “And I can’t really go home, because Jack’s in the apartment with Ally. I promised to make myself scarce tonight.”
“Come on.” With a light touch on his arm, she nodded toward the door. “We can watch a movie or something.”
"Are you sure?" His brow furrowed as if confused by her invitation. He gave her a wary glance. “When you say watch a movie, is that code for something else, or do you really want to watch a movie?”
With a shy smile, she took his hand and tugged him into the building. “We can discuss it upstairs.”
A case of nerves had her hand trembling when she tried to fit the key into the lock of her apartment door. Randy crowded behind her, close enough for her to feel the heat of his body through her clothes. Warm breath brushed her ear. He bent over her shoulder, took the key from her hand, and unlocked the door.
With an arm braced on the door above her head, he leaned into her, chest, hips, and thighs solid against her back. Off balance physically and emotionally, she pushed back to keep from falling. The dips and swells of his insane body trapped her between his torso and the door. She heard his breath hitch.
“Are we going in?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in her ear.
The door had barely closed behind them when he turned and pushed her against it. She fell back, one hand on his chest. His heartbeat thudded against her palm. The keys fell from her hand to the floor with a jingle. Warm fingertips traced the column of her neck and slope of her shoulder. He drew in a deep breath before cupping her breast, cradling it with care. The tip of his nose skimmed the shell of her ear, and every muscle south of her waist clenched with abrupt desire.
There was something hesitant about his touch as if any minute he expected her to recoil. If only he knew how exquisite it felt to be stroked by someone so powerful. The tips of his fingers were rough from hard work but gentle in their exploration. They drifted over her skin with butterfly lightness, causing quite a commotion in her nether parts. She bit her lower lip and sighed.
“This is probably a bad idea,” he said. The deep, rough voice was tortured with emotions she couldn’t begin to identify, their sounds echoing her own internal anguish. “Neither one of us is in a good place.”
“I know.” She closed her eyes and swallowed hard to hold down the lump in her throat. “We’ve both had a shitty day. But maybe we just need to fuck through it.” When her eyelids fluttered open, she found him staring at her with raised eyebrows and an amused smile.
“Fuck through it? Okay. I’m intrigued.” He tugged on the tendril of hair curling behind her ear. “Go on.”
“Yeah. You know what I mean.”
“I don’t want you to hate me later.” He tickled her nose with the end of her hair. “These kinds of things don’t usually end well for me.”
“I won’t hate you.” What was it about him that made her feel so deeply? She couldn’t imagine ever hating him. “But maybe we should set some ground rules.”
“Like what?” He leaned forward and nuzzled the
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