The Hookup Handbook(22)
I take her face in both my hands, bending to close the distance, and press my lips to hers, softly at first, like a question. She answers by parting her lips and sliding her tongue over mine, causing an immediate jerk behind my zipper. Fuck.
I pull her closer and she slips her arms around my waist, clutching at my back as our kiss grows deeper, more urgent. Her body presses into mine, her firm breasts pressing against my chest through our clothes, and just as I consider taking things a step further, she pauses and pulls back, a sly smile tugging up the corner of her mouth.
“So, your little, uh, problem seems to be solved,” she says, raising her brows and tipping her head to the eight-inch iron rod in my pocket.
“Actually,” I say, tucking a stray blond hair behind her ear, “I only told you half the story. It’s not that I can’t get hard at all. I can only get hard for . . . a certain woman.”
She stares up at me, her lips parting in surprise as the true meaning of my words washes over her. She looks down at my hard-on and then back up at me, then swats my chest with the back of her hand.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she demands, the look on her face equal parts amused, aroused, and frustrated.
Yeah, welcome to the club, sweetheart.
“Well, you can’t go around advertising that your buddy’s little sister is literally the only woman on the planet who gets you going. Especially not after what you just told me about high school.”
She giggles, her brows knit together in apology. “You’ve got a point there. Yikes, talk about bad timing for that story.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m glad you told me. It puts things in perspective.”
Dropping my arms to my sides, I take a step back, my cock protesting at the growing distance between our bodies. She nods, also looking reluctant to see me go.
“Sleep well, Sienna. I’m down the hall if you need anything.” My lips find her forehead before I can stop them, placing a light kiss on her soft skin.
“Thanks again for letting me stay the night,” she whispers.
“Anytime.”
Walking away is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Especially since I want to go back in there and kiss the fuck out of that girl because kissing her was the most erotic experience I’ve had in as long as I can remember.
Chapter Ten
Sienna
It’s almost nine in the morning when I pad down the stairs and into the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee lingering in the air. Case must be up and about already, although he’s nowhere in sight.
I help myself to a mug and fill it to the brim, sipping the coffee leisurely to make room for creamer. Just like any other normal day in the office. Although now that I’ve felt my boss’s dick go stiff against my inner thigh, I’m guessing normal will be the last word to describe my days working alongside Case.
“Hey. How’d you sleep?”
The rumble of Case’s deep voice is enough to make my belly tighten. As I turn in the direction of his voice, I grip my mug tightly to keep from spilling coffee all over the floor.
He’s leaning against the door frame, his thick forearms folded over his chest. Not only did he wake up before me, but he’s freshly showered and dressed for the day, a black V-neck clinging to those huge biceps I felt wrapped around me last night.
It’s no use trying to keep my eyes level. They can’t resist searching the stiffness of his chest and flat stomach that I became so familiar with last night.
“Actually, I could hardly sleep,” I say, shifting my attention to the creamer swirling in my mug.
My mind was working overtime analyzing that kiss.
I busy my mouth with a sip of coffee, although there’s a dozen other places where I’d much rather put my lips to work.
“Sorry to hear that.”
I wait for him to ask me why I was up all night, but he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he heads for the fridge, his arm brushing against mine as he passes me. It’s enough to make every hair on my neck stand at attention.
“You must have been up early,” I say, a weak attempt at small talk. Way to state the obvious, Sienna.
“Had to get my workout in so we can focus on the book today.”
Focus? Not a chance. Especially if we keep skirting around the events of last night. He was the one who initiated the kiss, and it’s his dick that has taken special interest in me, so isn’t it his responsibility to broach the topic? Plus, he’s older, so shouldn’t that make him the grown-up in this situation?
“There’s plenty of food for breakfast. Please help yourself.” He pulls a carton of eggs, some goat cheese, and a bag of spinach from the fridge. “Or if you want, you can hop in the shower. Whatever would make you most comfortable.”
It would make me most comfortable if we would stop avoiding the million-ton elephant in the room.
I drum my fingers on the side of my mug, waiting to see what he’ll say next, but I’ve lost his attention to the stove. He’s busily cracking eggs into the skillet, completely unaffected by me.
Am I really not as interesting as his breakfast?
I meander toward the bay window to get a better look at what kind of damage the storm did. A few branches are down, but the street looks clear. The sky is still gray, but not too menacing. It’s probably safe to drive now.