“Come on, Luke. We’ve been together for a couple of years now.” Her wheedling tone pierced my hangover like nails down a chalkboard. “Everyone knows we’re going to get married.” She stroked my chest, twisting my nipple the way she knew I liked.
Her logic baffled me. We’d been dating casually for six months, nowhere near a year, never mind a couple of them. And I wouldn’t marry her. Ever. She was a nutcase. Certifiable.
“Sally, I love spending time with you.” I really meant I loved sinking myself into that sweet as hell spot of hers. Hell, it would bring any man to his knees. “But I’m not ready to settle down and get married. I’m only twenty-four.” If I wanted to settle down, it wouldn’t be with you, is what I wanted to say.
She was every man’s dream, if you know what I mean. Her core was hot. Wet. Tight. Dayum, I could be with her all day, every day, and never tire of that sweet spot. The rest of the package, though? Best lit on fire and tossed into a dumpster.
I nuzzled my nose into the crook of her neck, giving her a little love bite. I mentally shrugged and ran my hands down her luscious curves. My hand squeezed, then smacked her plump behind. I needed to get laid. She was there. Perfect combination.
I lifted her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, rubbing herself over the hard ridge in...