Just My Type(49)

Right before the power of his heated stare almost makes my knees give out, his blue eyes suddenly narrow, and he stalks toward me with something that looks like worry in his eyes.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to your head?” he mutters as soon as he gets to me, pressing his hands to either side of my face and tilting my head up so he can get a better look.

Oh yeah, that’s right. I’m wounded. And it’s all your fault!

“It’s fine. It’s nothing,” I brush him off, pulling my face away from his hands before I start getting all melty and gooey again.

I. Am. Mad.

“It’s not nothing. There’s a lump, and it’s black and blue. You need ice. Maybe stitches. You definitely shouldn’t be standing,” he states, grabbing my hand, turning, and starting to pull me in the direction of the couches.

I’ve been taking care of other people for so long I don’t even remember the last time someone took care of me. It makes a lump form in my throat, even though I don’t need ice or stitches.

But I’m mad, goddammit!

Tugging on Baker’s hand, I get him to turn back around and face me.

“I’m fine. I swear. I just bumped my head at home, took some aspirin, and now I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt.”

All of a sudden, his hand comes up between us.

“Pinky swear,” he orders, his eyes flickering away from mine to look worriedly at my head.

No, no I will not cry right now.

Wrapping my pinky around his, I move our fingers together up and down slowly, too choked up to even utter any words.

“Nice Band-Aid, Tink,” Baker says after a few quiet seconds, the corner of his mouth tipping up as he looks down at me.

Jerking my finger away from his, it’s my turn to grab his hand as I turn and start dragging him toward his bedroom.

Wait, no! I can’t take him into his bedroom. I’m mad. I can’t see that rumpled sex bed and keep remembering I’m mad!

Take him in the fucking bedroom and get us some dick, for the love of God!

Seeing a small door to the right of the entrance to Baker’s bedroom as I continue pulling him behind me, I quickly find out it’s a bathroom when I get close enough to it. Moving aside, I shove Baker in first, following quickly behind. As soon as we’re inside, I slam the door closed and whirl around to face him.

“You look a little tense,” Baker muses, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his butt against the edge of the sink.

“Because I am tense!” I inform him. “Funny thing happened earlier. My best friend seems to think we’re dating.”

“Well, we are,” Baker says.

“We most certainly are not!”

“I’m pretty sure we are.” He smiles.

“We haven’t even kissed yet!” I fire back, a big old, “Booyah!” locked and loaded.

And then Baker’s smile falls. And he slowly drops his arms and pushes away from the counter, taking a step in my direction before stopping.

“Cancel the pinky swear,” he says in a low, serious voice, his eyes never leaving mine.

The fucking pinky swear I made him agree to about this just being business.

“I mean, who’s being presumptuous now?” I scoff, with a half-hearted roll of my eyes. “Maybe I don’t want to date you. Maybe you’re a sucky kisser. I can’t date a sucky kisser.”

Baker takes another step toward me, and I swallow nervously, even though I’m not even nervous. I’m fucking vibrating with excitement and want and need.

“Cancel the fucking pinky swear,” he orders again quietly.

My heart is beating out of my chest, and I don’t even know how my legs are keeping me upright at this point.

What the hell am I doing? This is ridiculous, and Brooklyn is right. It’s making me cranky and uptight.

“Okay,” I whisper with a shrug. “It’s cancelled.”

Before I even get all the words out, Baker has closed the distance between us, slid one arm firmly around my waist, and hauled me up and against the front of him. He steps us backward a few more inches until my back smacks against the closed bathroom door and he’s holding me against it by molding his body to mine. His free hand comes up between us and he slides his palm against my cheek, moving it to the back of my neck where he grips it, tugging my face closer to his until our noses are touching.

“Just so you know, Tink, I’m not a sucky kisser.”

I don’t even have time to attempt to come up with a good, sarcastic comment before Baker’s mouth is on mine. I immediately part my lips for him, a soft whimper coming out of me as soon as I feel his tongue slide into my mouth and slowly swirl around my own. My hands fly up to the back of his head, pulling his mouth harder against mine as he deepens the kiss.

As he devours my mouth like it’s his fucking job, one of my legs wraps around the back of his, and I tighten my thigh muscles to bring his hips closer to mine, just as he bends his knees and pushes up between my legs.

The rumors are true. He does indeed have a very large, very impressive dick.

The force of his thrust pushes my back even farther up the door, until I wrap my other leg around Baker’s hip, giving him plenty of room to nestle in between my legs.

His hand smacks against the door by my head and his arm tightens even more around my waist, holding me tightly to him as he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before.