The night I took her home was a hookup, pure and simple. Neither of us were looking to jumpstart a relationship. I settle against the chair as her comments circle through my brain."It might have started out that way, but I'm interested in more. Haven't I made that clear?" Before she can open her mouth to respond, I continue in the same lazy tone, "And I'm an observant guy. I've already figured out a number of things about you."One skeptical brow rises as she stares at me from across the table. The challenging look she aims in my direction prompts me to say, "I know you teach second grade at North Hill Elementary. And, if you decided to go into education, then you must like children. No one in their right mind would agree to spend their entire day around kids if they didn't have an affinity for them. How am I doing so far?"My words do exactly what they're meant to which is bring a slight smile to her lips and a softening to her eyes. "All right, you caught me. I enjoy spen

I glance at the bottle in my hand. I know zilch about wine. The best I can hope for is that the dude at the liquor store didn't steer me in the wrong direction by recommending this particular brand. As I reach out to ring the bell for a second time, Gia opens the door. The breath gets knocked from my lungs as our gazes collide. It's like this every damn time.I take her in, starting at the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Tonight, she's left her inky black hair long and loose. It cascades in glossy waves past her shoulders. It reminds me of the first night I saw her at O'Brien's.I'm considering the merits of dropping to my knees and thanking whoever designed the sweater she's wearing because it hugs her body in all the right places as it showcases the amazing curves of her breasts, making them look even softer than I remembered.It's probably not a good time to dwell on her pink-tipped nipples. Somehow, I doubt that popping wood within the first few minutes of her op

Gia sits back and watches me with a small smile simmering around the edges of her lips as I continue to wolf down my dinner.Amusement flits across her face as she shakes her head. "I've never seen anyone eat like that before."One brow hikes up. "Did I mention that it's delicious?" I can't help but scoop up another mouthful."Yes, several times." She laughs before admitting, "And here I was worried you might not like salmon." Her gaze drops to my plate. "Or quinoa."I don't bother to mention that I've never had salmon before. It wasn't exactly standard fare at the Garrison household. If it wasn't ground chuck or chicken thighs that were snapped up on sale, it was too expensive for the likes of us."I love it.""Here," she forks the rest onto my plate, "take the last little bit." I should probably politely decline. Except, it's too damn good to refuse. And who knows when I'll enjoy another meal like this again.Because I'm a quick learner, I realize that getting her to talk

When my gaze flickers to Liam, he gives me a grateful smile before tilting his head toward his father who has reclaimed his spot on the recliner."I need to talk with Dad for a bit."She nods before leading the way. Actually, it's a relief to escape from the living room and the oppressive energy.Even though it's a Friday night, the small kitchen table is littered with schoolbooks. My gaze roams over the mess before bouncing to her. Most girls Claire's age would already be out the door with her friends."Wow," I say. "You must be really dedicated to stay in on a Friday night and work on homework."The light shining in her eyes dims as she drops onto a chair, and I settle next to her. I don't remember if Liam told me what grade his sister is in. If I had to guess by the textbooks scattered across the table, I'd say middle school. One of the books splayed open is pre-algebra and most students take that course in eighth grade.She sucks in a breath before releasing a long sigh. It

"Did you really think that I was going to give it to you so quickly?" He slants a dark brow at me before leaning down and pressing a kiss against my soaked flesh. "Sorry, sweetheart, I'm going to make you work for it."I'm so close to splintering apart. My body trembles with the need to find its release. All I want is to feel the warm pressure of his mouth on me.I grit my teeth as a mixture of pleasure infused pain crashes inside me. "Liam," my tongue darts out to moisten my lips, "please?"His chuckle is strained around the edges. "Please what, baby? What do you want?"Arching my body toward him, I moan, "I want you to fuck me."As soon as those words fall from my lips, he groans. "Do you want it with my soft tongue or hard cock?"It's not a question I have to think about. "I need your cock."I want his thick erection buried deep inside me, pummeling me senseless. I want him to take me the way he did before. No man has ever fucked me like that. There was something almost.