Page 40 of Definitely Not a Thing

My hand went to the door to snatch it back open, ready to ask some pertinent questions. But then something shifted behind me, and I turned to see Calvin standing there.

Fine ass, big dick Calvin.

“You good?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Never better.”

I had the distance between us closed in two seconds flat – no thoughts, just…impulse.

So much impulse, lately.

But whatever.

Fuck it.

I planted hands on his shoulders and he immediately caught the vibe, sweeping me up to hook legs around his waist. I grabbed his face and took aim – my mouth on his, and not for a little peck.

His hands were on my ass, keeping me balanced as he walked me backward before my brain had even fully registered what I was doing. In the kitchen, he hiked me up on the counter, stepping between my legs to take over the kiss. I groaned as his mouth dropped to my throat, licking, sucking,nibbling,making my toes curl before he made his way back up.

“We need protection,” I muttered against his lips, and he nodded.

Went into his pocket without breaking the kiss.

Ibroke the kiss, hands on his chest to push him back so I could look him in the face.

“You brought condoms with you?”

He squinted. “Uh… yes?”

“So you wereplanningto fuck me?”

“I… I mean… like just in case, you know? Trying to be responsible and prepared,” he stammered.

“Oh, okay – did you bring your cell phone?”

“… no.”

“Your wallet?”

“… no.”

“That’s not very responsible or prepared of you.”

Calvin sucked his teeth. “Amelia… do you want to fuss, or do you want to fuck?”

“Both, actually,” I told him, grabbing his waistband to pull him back between my legs.

He grinned over that answer, and then promptly occupied my mouth with his tongue so Icouldn’tfuss. A slow, deepkiss, with his hand between my legs, his thumb tracing my clit through my shorts.

With the low hum of that little air-conditioner trying it’s best, and the flickering candlelight, it felt quite…intimate.

Not at all like I barely knew this man.

Not at all like this was the first time in years I’d been touched by someone who wasn’t Hunter.

Not at all like I was just being reactionary, yet again.