Page 65 of Black Sheep
Cannon smiles, and it’s much more lighthearted than the serious expression he had on his face when he went down to get the food. True to his word, he changed the subject to funny stories about living in New York and the crazy things he’s seen over the years that make him think nothing could shock him anymore.
“Geno wants to fatten everyone up. He doesn’t trust skinny people.” Cannon points at me with the end of a half-eaten breadstick.
I give Cannon and his physique a sidelong glance. “I hate to break it to you and Geno, but you’re not fat or skinny. You’re fit as hell.”
Heat kicks up in Cannon’s gaze. “You’ve been checking out my ass, haven’t you? I knew I felt something back there.”
“So what if I was? It was only fitting with how much you checked out mine.”
Now his grin grows. “Damn right, and yours is perfect. I’ve been dying to get you naked and in my bed.”
A punch of lust shoots through me, and there’s nothing I want more right now than this man. I glance over my shoulder toward the bedroom and then back at Cannon.
“Is that your version of an invitation? Because I thought you were way smoother than that.”
A languid and decadent expression overtakes his face. “With you, I don’t want to be smooth. I just want to be me.”
Oh God.His words hit me like nothing else could, shaking me to the very foundation of my soul. I want to give him the same. Me, and nothing else.
And I can.No lies. Just me.
“Give me five minutes.” I hop off the stool, grab my purse, and rush into the bathroom before he can say anything.
Inside, I stare at my reflection as I pull off the wig, comb out my hair, and remove my contacts. If I had face wash, I’d wash off all the makeup too, but I don’t. This will have to be good enough.
My intentions are as pure as they’ve ever been in my life.
I don’t want to hide behind my disguise anymore. I want to give himme, which is something I’ve never given anyone before. Ever.
When I step out of the bathroom, Cannon shuts the door of the fridge and turns to face me. The wine is still on the counter, but the remains of the dinner and the leftovers that could feed two people for a week are gone.
When he sees me, he doesn’t hesitate. He stalks across his kitchen and stops with not even an inch between us.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Dr—”
I plaster my lips to his before he can say my phony name. I don’t want to hear it on his lips. I want to hearmy namein that deep, smooth voice, and I promise myself that’ll be next. Tomorrow. Soon.
Cannon wraps the fingers of his free hand around the back of my neck, taking the kiss deeper as his tongue strokes mine. When he pulls back to stare into my eyes, it’s only to murmur, “God, I want you.”
“Good, because I don’t think I can stand waiting another minute for this.”
Cannon sets me away from him a few inches. His hazel eyes scan up and down my body, as if taking in every detail, before he lunges forward to sweep me off my feet. Literally.
With his mouth on my neck, he carries me into his bedroom and lowers me slowly onto the jade-green duvet covering the king-size mattress. His lips glide along my chin and then back down my neck, pressing kiss after kiss to every part of me I never knew was this sensitive. My ear, my jaw, the curve of my shoulder. And as he does it, his clever hands strip me until I’m in my bra and panties. Only then does he pause to look down at me like I’m his reward for a lifetime of good deeds.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” His hazel gaze roams over my body, and I reach up to slide a finger between the buttons of his shirt and tug him down to me.
“I want to see you too.”
With a grin curving his lips, he reaches for the buttons. In less time than I would have thought possible, he strips out of his jacket and shirt before going for his belt.
My fingers collide with his as I try to help, reaching down between our bodies. In my eagerness, I probably slow him down, but I don’t care. I’m a full and willing participant in this, and I want him just as badly as he wants me.
When his cock springs into my hand, I wrap my palm around it and squeeze.
The harsh sigh that escapes his lungs makes me bolder and even more confident. I scoot sideways and change positions so I can guide him toward my mouth. The molten need burning in his gaze tells me that he wants it, even if he won’t ask.Yet.
I don’t know why, but I have the sense that Cannon Freeman is holding back right now because he doesn’t want to overwhelm me.
