Page 23 of Wilde Shorts

“Not dreaming,” I said before kissing across his cheek to nibble his earlobe. “You taste like perfume. And sugar.”

“I… I…oh my god.”

His legs began to wobble, so I reached down and cupped his ass, pulling him up until his legs automatically wrapped around my waist. “We’re going inside. Tell me now if you don’t want to.”

“Hm?” Stevie’s nose nuzzled under my chin, tickling a little.

“Steven, do you want to come inside my house with me?”

“Uh-huh.”

My hands kneaded his tight ass cheeks through his skinny jeans, bringing him even closer against me. His cock poked my stomach, distracting the hell out of me. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted him screaming in pleasure. I wanted him goddamned naked and begging.

“Do you understand what that means? That you’re going to take off your clothes for me? Let me touch you?”

“Hm?”

I stopped sucking at his neck long enough to look at him. His pupils were blown, and he looked dazed.

“Sweetheart, I want to get you naked in my bed. I want to bury myself in your body and make you come so hard you pass out. And then I want to keep you here all night so I can do it again and again as often as you’ll let me. Do you understand?”

“Huh?”

He was so goddamned cute, kiss-drunk and brain-dead from arousal. I wanted to fuck him so badly, but I wanted to snuggle the shit out of him too. The man was like a drug, and I couldn’t get a deep enough toke despite already being very high on him.

I made my way through the front door and into the main room, laying him down on the giant leather sectional sofa and then kneeling beside him to cup his face and make eye contact with him.

“You’re so bright and beautiful,” I breathed before I could think of what I’d really meant to say.

“I’m dreaming, but please, Chief… please don’t wake me up.” His eyes were wide and hopeful, a tiny crease of worry between them.

“You’re not dreaming, sweetheart. But I don’t want to start something if?—”

“Shit! The cat! We just left him out there,” Stevie said, seeming to shake himself out of his stupor, at least partway.

“Baby, that was a raccoon. It needs to stay outside.”

Now his crease of worry turned into a deeper one of confusion. “A raccoon?”

I nodded. “I assume you’re talking about the animal Sassy tossed at us before she left?”

“That was my new cat.”

“No. That was a wild animal.” I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t dare risk upsetting him or making him feel stupid in any way. “It had stripes. And a black mask.”

“Yeah. I was going to name it Zorro…”

Okay, I couldn’t hold back anymore. After sitting on the sofa and pulling him into my lap, I howled with laughter. “You are seriously the most unique, exquisite creature I’ve ever met, Stevie Devore.”

He shifted around until he was straddling me with his arms around my neck. His purple hair, which was currently long on top and shaved on the sides, was messy from my greedy fingers earlier.

“I have to go to work,” he said hesitantly. “But… I…”

“I thought you had Thursday afternoons off?” I interrupted.

“No, my other job. The night shift one at the hospital.”

My fingers found their way into his hair again. “What hospital job?” I didn’t like the idea of him working the night shiftat all. Bad shit happened overnight. Roads were way more dangerous in the middle of the night. I’d responded to too many grisly accidents to be okay with him on the roads that late at night.