Page 95 of With Spite

She did the best she could to hold the combination of releases inside of her as she pulled off of me and walked across the bed with her knees.

I watched with a grin as my cock lay hot and wet against my belly.

“Do you think,” she said as she walked to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. “That you could cover your ears?”

I shook my head. “Not a chance.”

She rolled her eyes and cleaned up, using the bathroom while she was at it.

When she was done, her nose and cheeks were pink. “That is the most I’ll ever do in front of you.”

“For now.” I shrugged. “One day, that won’t be a problem.”

“If you say so,” she said. “I want these floors in my own house. Do you think Koen would install them for me?”

Over my dead body.

If she got them in her own place, that would mean she’d spend less time at mine.

“Aren’t you renting?” I joked.

She sighed. “I am.”

“And would you really want to put money into a house that you hate?”

She looked at me in surprise. “I don’t hate it.”

“You hate who’s across the street,” I pointed out. “Plus, your landlord is annoying. Why don’t you just move in with me, and you’ll have heated floors?”

She blinked as she let her skirt drop to cover her bare legs. “We’ve known each other for like a week.”

“Months,” I corrected her. “We’ve been officially dating for like a week.”

“You never asked me to go steady, though.” She laughed as she reached for my long-sleeved Henley on the ground.

I didn’t remember discarding it.

She pulled it on over her head, then yanked her hair free from her ponytail.

There was a crease in the middle from where her hair tie had sat, but that didn’t make her hair any less beautiful.

She was a stunning woman with her hair up. But with all that hair down and wild? It damn near brought me to my knees.

I stood up from the bed and shucked my jeans, heading to the closet naked but with my socks still on my feet.

I came back out a few minutes later with a white tee and black sweatpants covering me.

She scowled.

“What?”

“Just thinking it was a shame to cover up all that beautiful, bronze skin.” She shrugged. “Maybe you should officially do it.”

“Do what?” I asked, not following the train of her thoughts.

“Ask me to go steady.” She laughed.

I walked up to her, then curled her hair behind her ear and asked, “Is that what you want?”