“Mallory?” Hearing her name jarred her back to reality.
“Are you going to answer the door?”
Her shoulder slumped and she glared at her own reflection in the window. “Yeah.” She hung up the phone and gave herself a once-over in red plaid pajama bottoms and a charcoal-gray T-shirt. Her curly wet hair hung around her face and she threaded her fingers through it, shaking the curls apart further to help them air-dry before opening the door. “Sorry, got distracted seeing your bike.”
The moment those words left her mouth, his broke into a bright smile and her heart stopped. How on earth could he be so fucking gorgeous? “Maybe I’ll take you for a ride.”
Dear God, you can take me for whatever kind of ride you’d like. Mallory closed her eyes, and forced a smile even though she wanted to smack herself out of that line of thinking. “I’d like that.” She stepped back and allowed him entrance to her apartment, feeling like a complete and total fool. Seriously, what kind of power did he have to turn her into a muttering buffoon within seconds of being in her presence? “You want something to drink?”
“If you got a beer, that’d be great,” he commented, slipping his jacket off to hang it up on the back of her dining-table chair. “I snagged leftovers for you.”
Mallory grinned up at him through the cutout that made the kitchen, dining area, and living room feel like one big room. “Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.”
He shrugged lightly, the ribbed tank he wore gripping his muscular chest tightly. “Felt it was the least I could do.”
She caught herself staring at his pectoral muscles and instantly wanted her hands on him. “I appreciate it,” she said as her breath left her. She moved over to him to hand him the beer and took the bag with three small containers in it. “I’m going to owe Jamie money if I keep stealing these from her.”
He grinned and leaned against the wall half separating the dining room and kitchen as he watched her work to heat the food back up. “Not like she doesn’t know where they are.”
“Yeah, but they’re good containers. Who says I’m going to give them back?” she asked, staring down at the numbers on the microwave display. It was easier to be snarky and sassy when she wasn’t staring directly at him. He was like the sun—the longer you looked the more chances you had for going blind.
“Actually, be glad you weren’t at their place tonight.”
Mallory grabbed the warmed-up plate of food and set it on the counter, applying butter to the baked potato. “Why’s that?”
“Jamie’s gone directly into wedding fever. I saw so many wedding-themed magazines in the living room I felt sorry for Diego.”
Mallory laughed as she cut into the steak. “He chose to marry her. He had to know what he was getting himself into. Honestly I can’t blame her. I’ll probably end up being the same way whenever I can find a guy to put up with me.”
“Put up with you?” he asked then, tilting his head at her.
She nodded making quick work of the food in her mouth before talking again, still not looking directly at him as she spoke. “I’m a hopeless romantic with probably impossible ideals. I’m also one of those girls that can be ‘one of the guys’ too. Just like Jamie. There’s a reason she and I have been best friends since the moment she stepped foot in Mellencamp and Carter.”
“I could tell from the way you accompanied Travis down the mountain last weekend.”
“Thankfully he didn’t hit any puddles because of the dress. He and Katie got soaked through though.”
“That’s why Diego has the room off the garage for muddy clothes. We started that shit a decade ago.”
Mallory grinned up at him, locking on to his incredible blue eyes before she took a long swig of her soda. “It’s not just the sports and my ability to kick your ass at darts.”
“What else, then?”
“I’m a total football fanatic, but not the Titans. My dad was born and bred in Atlanta. So…”
“You’re a Falcons girl?”
“Damn right I am,” she said right before letting out the other part of her ‘one of the guys’ examples. She belched too loud before clamping her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. She had been meaning to say something else—no way in hell did she want to reveal that much about herself to him of all people. “I am so sorry.”
He stared incredulously down at her a moment before bursting into laughter. “I can’t believe something that loud came out of you. You’re so tiny. How did you produce that?”
Mallory felt her face turning beet red and she returned to staring down at her plate of food instead of him. “My sister Makenna, Jamie, and I would have contests with each other,” she said with a touch of shame moving into her voice. God she couldn’t believe that just happened.
“Me,” she returned completely embarrassed. She took in a deep even breath to try to get rid of the blush, focusing so intently on her food that the next sound in the apartment made her drop her fork.
Vincent returned her belch with one of his own, then grinned like a cat that caught the canary down at her. “I win.”
“Wait,” she heard his voice mumble into the mattress.
She stopped and slowly turned to look back at him. “Yes?” As she looked at him, he slowly tilted his body upward, pulling the towel up off the mattress. Only an inch or two more and there would be no more need for the terrycloth. She swallowed roughly again, hoping her gulp wasn’t as loud as she thought it sounded to her.
“Come back here.”
Gulp. Mallory’s breathing immediately sped up, and there was no longer any use in trying to hide the fact that his presence alone turned her on. “Did I forget something?”
A lazy smile spread on his lips, making him look even more rakish than he already did. His hair disheveled from the scalp massage, he was a cross between “just woke up” and “just got done fucking.”
Jesus he was gorgeous.
“Oh yeah you did.” Even his voice sounded the way his hair looked. The tone sent spirals of lust shooting straight to her touch-deprived pussy.
“What?” Oh, she was playing dumb. She knew exactly what she forgot, but there was a single tiny voice in the back of her mind begging for him to not ask for a happy ending.
Vincent leaned up on his elbow, reaching up to cup the back of her neck to draw her down toward him. “Everything you actually want to do.”
Fuck me. Mallory’s heart stopped again right along with her breath as suddenly Vincent’s mouth pressed to hers. She immediately leaned into him, tilting her head just right to allow him access to her mouth. A moan escaped as she ran her fingers through his hair, and gripped the strands tightly as she held him to her.
The second Vincent pulled her onto the bed with him he drove his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered helplessly against him, and gripped hold of his bicep as if he were the anchor keeping her in reality. Her knees felt weak, and the thin line of the mustache on his upper lip sent shivers down her spine as he kissed her.
Vincent leaned over her pressing her down into the mattress, and sweet Jesus she felt his hard cock pressed against her thigh and hipbone. She brought her leg up to press it against his side, not quite wrapping it around his waist—yet. He groaned against her mouth, the vibration making her want him more than she already did. She wanted to feel that vibration against her breast, her ribs, her stomach, her clit…
If she didn’t stop thinking like that she was going to pass out from hyperventilating.
Thankfully one small shift allowed her to speak his name before he connected their lips again. He hummed against her mouth in response, his hand gripping her side to pull her tight against him.
“Are you…” She moaned as he licked her lower lip before gently biting it. “…sure about…” He pressed his lips tight against hers cutting her off completely even though she still tried to say “this” to finish her sentence.
He nodded just a little against her lips before his hand moved beneath her shirt, pushing it up her torso. She physically shivered when his fingertips grazed her ribs, and he suddenly pulled back from the kiss, his sky blue stare boring down into her. “If you don’t want this, please tell me now, bella.”
“Will you still look at me the same in the morning?” she asked with a touch of humor in her tone even though she was very serious.
Vincent chuckled down at her, pressing a kiss to her lips, then he moved his mouth to her forehead before trailing kisses down to her neck. “I could ask you the same question.”
Mallory’s eyes fluttered shut. “Don’t stop.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he murmured against her neck then continued pushing the hem of her shirt up her body. He revealed her small breasts and pushed it up over her head.
Normally she would feel self-conscious about how fucking small they were, but once he positioned himself over her, cupped his hands around them, and began suckling on her she completely forgot about her body issues. She arched her back toward him, pressing them higher, and raked her nails across his shoulders. She moved her legs restlessly against him once he settled between them, almost desperate to feel him completely against her.
She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Far too often, she fantasized about Vincent touching her while wearing her batteries down a little more each time. The sensation of his tongue and lips against her was so much better than she’d even imagined. Lust spiraled through her body, desire curled within her, and she truly never wanted him to stop touching her.
His mouth moved lower, trailing down her sternum to her stomach and she couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped her lips as he nipped at her navel. He hummed against her skin and did it again causing her to wiggle beneath him.
“Ticklish, huh?” he spoke against her skin, repeating the action over and over.
Mallory squealed slightly, and started to push herself away from him when he gripped hold of her hips as she suddenly had nothing supporting her shoulders and upper back. She gasped as he quickly tugged her back toward him onto the bed, and then jerked her pajama bottoms down her rear. She met his gaze and held it, the mirth of the moment dissolving away into lust once more.
Her lips parted as he pressed his hand to her dampened panties, cupping her sex and teasing her with his fingertips. Mallory whimpered and drew her lower lip between her teeth, moaning as he pressed his digits against her clit, working it back and forth quickly. No more than a few seconds passed before she was crying out in pleasure and bucking her hips up off the mattress to get more.
“Don’t fucking tease me, Vincent.”
“Demanding,” he said so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “I think I like it.”