I looked up at him and found him staring at me.
“Casey,” he groaned as he shook, his shoulders bowing up tight against his ears, his muscles tensing, then he let go.
He held my gaze as he erupted inside me. His mouth opened, his jaw slack.
I reached my free hand for his face, dragging my nails across his jaw before I cupped his cheek.
His entire body trembled before he collapsed onto me.
I held him, my legs and arms around him. He breathed into me, sweat dripping from his body onto mine. His lips moved against my neck, like he was whispering, but I couldn’t hear him say anything.
He stopped shaking a few minutes later and pushed himself off me enough to meet my gaze. “Thank you for being my date.”
I chuckled. “Thank you for teaching me how to flirt. Although I’m not sure I’m any better than I used to be.”
“You never needed lessons, Casey. All you needed to do was be yourself, and men would fall all over themselves for you.”
I snorted. “Not in my experience.”
“Maybe you just never knew the right one.”
My breath hitched. “Maybe.”
He smiled and kissed my nose, then rolled off me. He offered me a hand to help me up, then let me use the bathroom first. When I came out, he smiled and took his turn.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Was I supposed to sit on the couch? Get into his bed? Ask to go home? Would he think I was being clingy if I stayed, even though he asked me to?
“What are you thinking right now?”
I turned and found him leaning against the bathroom doorframe. He was completely naked, his cock half-hard, surrounded by a nest of dark hair. He was completely confident in his body, but that was no shock when I looked at him. He was lean and muscled. Any woman would call herself lucky to have his attention.
And it was all on me.
“I don’t know what you want me to do, and I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
He pushed off the doorframe and stalked toward me.
I resisted the urge to run away from him.
His smirk said he noticed I fought my urge, and he was happy I did. “You are never going to overstay your welcome because I want you here all the time. I asked you to pack a bag and stay. If you want to go home, I will take you, but I love having you here. I want you here.”
“Okay.”
He kissed me. “Okay. Do you need a drink? I was going to get some water.”
I nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Then I want you again. If you’re up for it.”
I grinned. “I think I could be persuaded.”
He kissed me hard, his tongue slipping between my lips. He tasted like mouthwash instead of me. “I wasn’t sure how you felt about tasting yourself on me.”
“I wasn’t either, but I think I liked it.”
He smoothed the hair back from my face. “Then I’ll have to get some more of you on my tongue before the night is over.”
I chuckled, my core clenching at the casual dirty conversation. Moisture seeped between my thighs. “I will not argue.”
