“You do need to date me, hockey boy.” A devilish smile spreads across her face. “What do you plan on doing from your own place that you couldn’t have done from mine?”
“Baby, I’m gonna make you scream my name so loud, your roommates wouldn’t be able to look at you again without turning red.”
She runs her hands under my t-shirt, dragging the tips of her fingers along my abs, and my muscles contract. “Madeline,” I warn as she plays with the waistband of my boxers. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
“Pretty sure gentleman went out the window with me screaming your name, E.”
The way she looks at me . . . Fuck.
I wrap my hand around her long neck and run my thumb over her thrumming pulse. “Lindy . . .” My other arm wraps around her back, and I brush my mouth over hers, groaning when her sweet taste explodes on my lips.
Lindy moans, and electricity zings between us. My cock pushes against my boxers, and I pull her into my lap, dragging her closer. Needing more. So fucking much more.
But knowing it’s too soon for that.
This girl deserves romance and roses and candles.
She deserves the fairytale.
She deserves everything.
Trailing my mouth along her jaw, I taste her skin and touch her the way I’ve wanted to for fucking years.
The sexy sigh she exhales as she slides her hands up my chest and drags her nails against my bare pecs is intoxicating. My dick presses against her soft thighs, wanting in on the action.
As if knowing what I need, Lindy slides herself along my cock and moans as she leans into the kiss. Her tongue testing the waters. Tentatively touching. Learning. Exploring. Igniting every fucking nerve-ending like a wildfire that’s just starting to burn.
One you know is going to burn out of control.
Her nails dance across my nipples, and I fucking growl as I run my tongue down her neck, stopping to suck her racing pulse.
Lindy clings to me, grinding against me like we’re two teenagers dry humping, afraid to get caught. The only thing separating us are the scrap of silk of her panties and my boxers.
The heat of her pussy tempts me to take this further than I know we should.
Not yet.
“Lindy . . .” Unfocused eyes stare back at me, scorching my soul.
“I’m sorry” she whispers and crushes my heart with her words.
“Baby, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. You were right last night. We skipped a couple of steps. I want to take you out and treat you like the princess you are. I want to romance you before I worship every inch of your body for the first time. You deserve that. You deserve everything.”
She drops her forehead to my chest and shakes. “I have to tell you something, Easton.”
I run my hands over her hair and cup the back of her head. “You can tell me anything.”
Her shoulders lift and fall with a strong breath—in and out—and I brace myself for whatever the hell she’s about to throw my way because it can’t be anything good.
Her Bermuda blue eyes lock on mine, and she runs her teeth over her lip. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Done what?” I ask, confused.
“Any of this?” she whispers but doesn’t look away. “I mean, a little under the shirt action years ago. But that was all . . . before. I’ve never really trusted anyone enough since that night. Not enough to make myself that vulnerable,” she says softly as she shakes.
I cradle her head in my hands. “Breathe, Lindy,” I whisper against her lips. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” she tells me, and my chest swells.
“That’s all that matters. There’s no rush for everything else. I’ve got to woo you first, right?”
Lindy smiles and presses her lips to mine. “You’re going to make me regret using that word, aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah, baby. But that’s gonna be the only regret. I promise.”
“Okay.” She rests her head on my chest, and I know I just made the biggest promise of my life. Now I’ve just got to make sure I can keep it.
LINDY
“Hey, trouble,” Maddox says with his head buried in our fridge while he looks for something.
This is what he and Callen do. They let themselves inside our place, eat our food, drink our coffee, and occasionally steal our toilet paper. Spoiled babies. I’m not sure why we gave them a key.
“What are you doing here?” I grumble and steal his coffee from the counter, then spit it back in the mug. “How do you drink this black?”