At the moment, the only thing he wanted to delve into was regaining his strength enough to fuck them both silly again.
At least, that would have been his first option. Instead, he found himself opening his eyes and watching as she rolled from him naked, as naked as sex itself, and padded to the bathroom.
Shower? He scratched at his naked chest as he peered through one eye at the door she had disappeared through. Did he have the energy to follow her? Maybe wash her back? Then other areas?
He really, really liked taking a shower with Sheila.
She made it fun.
After he convinced her to let him have fun with her.
He frowned when he didn’t hear the shower running.
She was in there, but she was too quiet.
That wasn’t a good thing. When she was that quiet she was thinking. Sheila thinking rarely added up to Casey having fun.
The last time she was that quiet— He was moving before he finished the thought, but hell, it was already too late.
The door opened and she stepped out. Dressed.
Son-of-a-bitch-dammit-to-hell! He felt like stomping his foot in childish petulance. He frowned at her. It was all he could do not to immediately demand she undress again and return to his bed.
She had even brushed the shoulder-length strands of her dark blond hair and had slid on her shoes. Somehow, she had gathered up her shoes and clothes before going into the bathroom while he’d been debating joining her.
Hell, he knew better than to drop his guard like that with her. She took advantage of it every friggin’ time.
“Hey, baby?” He glanced down at the shoes again. “Why are you dressed?” Play it cool, he thought, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
“Because I’m going home.”
It was that bad, damn it to fucking hell! He should just lock her in his room with him.
She moved to the dresser, where she collected her purse.
How pissed would she get if he tied her to the bed?
It took a minute for him to process the fact that she was definitely leaving. He was a bit slow sometimes, he admitted. It had been a killer week and he was sleepy. One of those weary spells that invariably turned into full-fledged insomnia unless he managed to convince her to sleep in his arms. He slept like a baby whenever he could exhaust her enough to ensure she fell asleep just after release.
He made it to the door of the small apartment before she did, hoping there was some way to convince her not to leave. Naked, certain there had to be a way to accomplish keeping her there. Convince her to sleep with him. Just one night.
“Why?” He moved in front of her, blocking her way as he watched her eyes narrow on him. Those deep violet eyes held the faintest spark of anger, as though he had done something to offend her.
What the hell could he have done? Hell, he’d just made her come hard enough that her pussy had nearly strangled his dick as it tightened around him. He was more than willing to repeat the experience, too.
“Enough, Casey.” There was an edge of steel in her voice, but those soft, soft violet eyes were filled with hurt. “I want to go home, not stand and argue with you.” An edge of hurt lingered in her voice and he was damned if he could figure out why.
He lifted his hand, the backs of his knuckles brushing against the silk of her cheek as he stared down at her, confused.
Her gaze flickered. For a second, for just the briefest second, he saw the passion, the promise, and the incredible sensual depths of the woman in those pretty eyes. He also saw the same, confusing emotions he felt himself before they disappeared.
“Don’t.” She pulled back rather than leaning into him as he knew she wanted to do. She wanted him, ached as he ached for her. In her eyes he saw the need to stay, and that she wanted to return to that big bed with him.
He knew she wanted to. He didn’t just see it in her gaze, he could feel it. Like a touch that was there, yet wasn’t. Like a flame that connected them, licking over both their bodies.
And it made his dick damned hard. So damned hard that for a second he wondered if he really had fucked her. Or only imagined it?
In a heartbeat he was iron-hard, hot and ready to fuck, and he wondered how she could possibly find the inner strength to walk out on him when he knew she felt the same.
“Geez, Casey.” Breathless, amazed, she glanced down at the erection attempting to stab into her lower belly. Fully engorged, the thick bulging head dark and throbbing, his cock was literally begging for attention. Weeping for it even.
“You make me crazy,” he muttered, his hand dropping as he stared down at her before backing away. Hell, he wasn’t going to beg her to stay. He sure as hell wasn’t going to allow her to feel as though he were attempting to force her to stay.
She truly did make him crazy as hell. Completely insane like no other woman ever had. There was something about her that drew him, confused him, and made him feel things he didn’t always understand. Things he didn’t want to feel.
“I don’t mean to make you crazy.” She was breathless.
Damn, he loved that sexy little edge to her voice when she became breathless.
The sound of that edge of arousal in it had the power to make his balls tighten with the need to have her. The need to fuck her until there wasn’t a chance in hell she could ever
