Page 81 of Violent Little Thing

“Anything for you, darlin’.” He smiled, winking at me at the same time.

I raced back up the length of the drive—how the hell long was his driveway anyway?—and got the second one.

I was halfway down when I heard Court call my name.

I didn’t stop until the trash can was in the trash man’s hands.

I hated missing trash day. It felt like such an adult failure when I did.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

Strong arms came around me and then Court was picking me up and hoisting me over his shoulder, his thick arm covering my backside from the men’s view.

“Can y’all get those cans back up to the house?” he grumbled.

“Of course,” they both said.

“Next time you let her make the run down here with my cans, when I pay you to come up there and get them, I’m going to find some other service,” Court grumbled.

Oh, shit.

Those assholes!

I glared at them as Court turned around and started back up the length of his driveway.

I flipped them off for good measure, and both men—the driver and the one that had taken both of my cans—waved back, clearly not offended.

He only put me down when he got us inside with the door closed.

He let me slip down the length of his body, but held on to my face for a long moment before saying, “Don’t go out in only a sweatshirt again. I fucking hate the thought of those men lookin’ at you. Not to mention, it’s cold as fuck outside, and you never know what might happen.”

I leaned into him, straining up onto my tiptoes, and said, “If you are obsessed with me, just say it.”

He pinched my ass.

I giggled and went to push away from him, but he caught me before I could, then laid me down on the floor on my back in the middle of a thick rug by the fire.

He followed me down, his mouth going to my throat, and said, “I also don’t like that you left the bed this morning before I could do this.”

“This” was him kissing me. Everywhere.

Every single spot on my body felt his lips or his tongue before he settled between my thighs.

I hissed in a breath when he pulled my panties off, exposing my pussy to his traveling hands.

“Fuck, you smell good,” he rumbled, going down to his belly between my thighs.

My legs squeezed his head when he skimmed his lips down the length of my inner thigh.

“Eeep!” I squealed. “I’m so ticklish.”

His eyes sparkled as he held my gaze, then dropped his lips to my sex.

His lips found my clit and buzzed over it, not sucking, still sending jolts of excitement through me with each pass.

I’d tried this particular thing once and only once, embarrassed as all get out that I couldn’t sit still long enough for my one and only sexual partner to get anywhere close.

But for some reason, with Court, I wasn’t embarrassed.