Page 132 of Devious Obsession
And drinking usually leads to the two H’s—hookups and hangovers.
“I might’ve,” I say slowly, shaking my head. I don’t remember bringing that stuff over, but maybe he thought he’d pack them to tempt me into staying longer.
A sweet sentiment, if a bit demented.
Actually, that sums up Steele pretty nicely.
“Has my uncle been staying here still?”
Thalia shakes her head. “He left a note for you on the kitchen island. Sorry, I read it. He had to head back to Chicago this morning. It said he would be in touch.”
Weird.
I shift my weight, suddenly worried that his rapid departure has to do with my dad. If he was causing more chaos in Chicago that required his immediate attention.
My stomach swoops.
Thalia points to the empty space on her bed. “Want to join me?”
I shake my head. “Going to do lunch with Steele. Like an actual date.”
Her jaw drops. “He’s capable of chivalry?”
“Oh, shush.” I head back to my room and search for something else to wear, because clearly my CPU sweatshirt isn’t going to miraculously appear. I find a black sweater instead and brush out my hair. I leave it long and loose, pulling it forward over my shoulders, and pair it with shiny black leather leggings. Plus some gold jewelry, and I appear more put together than I feel.
Steele strides in as I’m applying mascara.
I glance at him, truly not even surprised that he just let himself in. Boundaries like knocking seem beyond him. He drops a kiss on the top of my head and flops on my bed. He’s dressed in dark-gray slacks and a light-blue button-down shirt and sports jacket, unbuttoned. He lookshot, but I try not to think about that.
After the finishing touches of my makeup are done, I face him and plant my hands on my hips. Asking him about my sweatshirt is on the tip of my tongue. And really, Ishouldask him—
“When you wear lipstick, all I can think of is smearing it on my dick,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “You’ve got to feed me first.”
“I’ll feed you, all right…” He rises, a devious expression flickering across his face. “Come here.”
A shiver overtakes my body. “Steele.”
“Aspen,” he replies. “Do you want to do it here, or under the table at the restaurant?”
My mouth drops open, shocked that he would go there.
But also…
“Naughty,” he breathes, stepping into my space and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. His fingers digging into my skin sends more tingles down my spine. He leans in and captures my lips with his, his tongue infiltrating my mouth without warning.
I love the dirty, open-mouthed kisses he gives me when I manage to surprise him.
He releases me after a minute, once my toes have curled in my sneakers and my hands have found their way into his hair. Now he’s got my lipstick across his lips, just as I’m sure it’s all over my face, too.
“Fix your lipstick, sweetheart. Then we’ll go.” His voice is rough, low.
Turned on.
Me, too, babe, me, too.
We drive to the restaurant, which is one of the fancier restaurants. It’s on the point that overlooks the lake. Crown Point gets its name from this exact spot. It’s clear today, and warmer than usual. It’s been chilly for the past few weeks, but now the sun is shining, and there’s no need for jackets.
