I’d invited her over for dinner, and to give her the keys to the cabin, but I’ll be damned if I had anything else planned. There was food in the house, I could whip up something later. I just wanted her to hurry the fuck up and get there already.
Two—and a half—days had never felt longer in my whole damn life.
Thankfully, work had been busy. We were awarded the project on the smaller of the two jobs, which was still a huge win. Preparing for it passed the time, and that helped during the day, but it did nothing for me when I got home.
I’d hung out with Nolan one night. We’d watched Trev’s game and had a few beers, but I was still home by nine.
Every night was the same. I fought the urge to go to her place or ask her to come over to mine. Talking on the phone was all right and messaging back and forth with her never got old, but I wanted her near me. In the flesh.
Fresh from a quick shower, I dressed in my closet. When everything was tucked in the way it should be and my tie was straight, I grabbed my shoes and went to the living room to put them on.
Was I over dressed for a night in? Oh, my fucking God yes. I’d put on a five-piece suit and even wore polished shoes.
We should be clear that if she would have asked me to roll myself in fiberglass and stand on my head until she got there, she’d find me doing just that.
A suit was a small price to pay.
I didn’t have a thing to worry about. My body had completely recovered from Nolan’s torture. I was in tip-top shape and ready for anything. Plus, something had changed with Dana, and she hadn’t seemed so guarded. And, everyone else I knew had plans that night that had nothing to do with me. The coast was clear.
As I watched Dana pull into my driveway, and then into the garage like I’d instructed her, I just felt good.
Down-to-my-bones good.
I stepped outside to meet her coming from the garage. The overhead door lowered as she walked out.
Heels. Bare legs. The Trench Coat cinched at her waist. The collar pulled up around her neck. Red hair swaying as she sashayed down the sidewalk as if it were a Paris runway. She wasn’t wearing glasses, which I sort of missed, but her bright eyes glistened against the smoky makeup around them.
She was better than I expected, more beautiful than the last time I’d seen her, and the closer she got, the luckier I felt.
My feet carried me down the three steps to greet her, but they didn’t stop at the bottom. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I was touching her.
Her feet quickened in my direction too, as she looked me up and down. The same as I’d done to her.
We collided without so much as a hello, and she moaned into my mouth as she kissed me.
Who was I to make her stop?
As safely as I could, I carried her up the stairs, into my house, through the kitchen, and then pressed her against the first flat surface I came to.
Tugging at my hair, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I held her against me, her ass seated perfectly in my hands, I lifted her higher. She rested her head against the wall allowing me to kiss her neck. My lips felt her pulse against them.
Dana’s hold on me tightened. With her legs securely locked behind me, one of my hands wandered under The Trench Coat. My fingers grazed over the fabric between her legs. It felt lacy, like there was some pattern or texture on it.
To explore better, I shifted her weight to one side and cupped her between us.
“What have you got on under here?” I asked against her throat.
“It’s nothing. It was stupid. Don’t stop.” Her hands found my cheek, and she steered my mouth back to hers. Hungrily, she kissed me.
“Fuck that. I want to see.” I’d never forgive myself if I missed out on something better than The Trench Coat all because I was greedy.
I removed my hand, untangled her legs from behind me, and set her on the floor. She didn’t let go of my face and kissed me like she didn’t notice her feet were back on solid ground.
“Come on. Let me look at you,” I persuaded into her wicked mouth.
Her hands fell away, and I took a step back to see the whole picture.
She seemed nervous, which was hot as fuck and I didn’t know why. We stood in the middle of my living room in broad daylight—me in a suit, her in God only knew what.
Over her shoulder, she glanced back into the kitchen as she pointed. “Is that popcorn? And wine?”
“Yeah, you said you liked it, and that’s a new bottle of what you were drinking last weekend.”
“Who are you?” She looked a little confused.
I had no desire to talk about snacks and drinks, and judging by the almost sullen look on her face, I might have gotten them wrong anyway.
“Please take off the coat, Dana. You’re killing me.”
With a closed-mouth smile, she pulled the belt apart and let the sides fall open. She shrugged, the sleeves fell off her arms and the coat landed on the floor.
Surely, I was imagining things. There was so much I wanted to explore, every hollow bend, every full curve on her frame.
They all added up to Dana.
I was in love with her. Too fast. Completely out of the blue. And recklessly in love with her—yet I couldn’t say a word.
She looked down herself at the sheer plum colored lace teddy, then her eyes met mine.
“I thought you liked purple.”
This was a recently true fact. Purple was my favorite color, tied with the color of her pouty, pink lips.
She swayed, her hands behind her back.
Is there anything better than this?
The new way she was looking at me, relaxed and hungry at the same time, was sensational. I watched her chest slowly move with every breath. From fantasy into flesh, the redheaded vixen in front of me made Jessica Rabbit seem like Raggedy Ann, and she’d done it all for me.
“Nah. I just like you.”
Her shoulders lowered as she exhaled. Finally, she smiled wide enough to convince me I’d done something right.
I confessed, “I want to do some pretty fucked up, dirty things to you.”
She laughed softly, and challenge flashed in her eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Not much more was said until the words became much—much—more scandalous.
In the past, I’d said a thing or two, here or there, but I had a hard time keeping things, that felt as fantastic as Dana did, to myself. With her, that shit slipped out almost in one constant torrent.
She fucking loved it. Praise the Lord.
“I want to fuck you forever,” I said through my teeth against her ear as I hammered into her from behind. She was so goddamned wet, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together, coupled with how snug I fit, deep inside her tight little pussy, made me voracious.
“Yes,” she panted. Her arms had long given out, and I reached up the mattress to lace my fingers with all ten of hers. “Cord, I’m going to come again.”
I was tempted to slowdown, but also outright unable to. “Hold back as long as you can, baby.”
I was holding the fuck on too. I never wanted it to end, but if I had to feel her tighten around my cock one more time, I was going to blow apart.
“I can’t hold it. I just … ah.” Her breath caught, a sweet whimper finished her sentence, and her back arched into me even more. She trembled beneath me and shouted my name. “Cord.”
Hearing—feeling—her say it like that, I didn’t stand a chance.
I probably never did.
That afternoon, we didn’t stop for much. Soon it was dark. Somewhere between knocking a canvas from the wall in my bedroom and pulling all the blankets off the bed, we ended up on the floor.
“You don’t have anything under your bed.”
I ran my finger down her spine, through the dip in the middle of her back, right to the crack of her perfect ass, and she shivered against me.
“Is that weird? What should be under there?”
“Well, that’s where I keep my …” She lifted her head and her eyes gazed into mine. “My old text books,” she lied.
We’d see about that next time I was there, but I let her off the hook.
“I’m starving.”
“I need to go get my bag.”
“In your car? Is it unlocked?”
She nodded.
“How about, you stay in here and make yourself at home. I’ll go get the bag and my phone. We’ll order something?”
“You have popcorn.” She said this like what else could we need?
“Popcorn still isn’t a meal, Ms. Redenbacher.”
She laughed, but it didn’t stop her from arguing. “It can be.”
I rolled around and got to my feet, bringing her up with me.
Pulling the jeans I’d worn earlier that day off the chair in my room, I slipped them on.
I placed a kiss on her flushed cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
Leaving her, when she was only wearing my bed sheet, was the hardest thing I’d done in my whole damn life.