Page 64 of Passion in Bloom

“Was it a long day at work?” I asked, loving how domestic this was. How close we were in the kitchen, acting like a couple who cohabited and didn’t get on each other’s nerves.

It was swift. It had happened quickly. But it seemed to be us.

“It was, uh, interesting,” she said, sounding more serious than I wanted her to be here with me. I wanted her relaxed. I wished she could let loose and just be, that I could make it so she’d feel comfortable to lower her guard because I was here to protect her and support her however she needed or wanted.

“But you’re home now,” I reminded her.

“I’m not sure this cabin is really home,” she admitted.

“Because it’s too small?”

She slanted her head to the side even further, closer her eyes as I sucked on her earlobe.

“Why are you doing this month to month rent?” I asked. “Because you don’t plan to stay here for long?”

She hummed in satisfaction as I lifted one hand to cup her breast and the other to push her back to me.

“No. I didn’t come to town planning to rent one of these cabins at all. I was supposed to move into one of those apartments.”

“Then why not consider finding something bigger and more permanent?” I asked her.

She turned the burners off, backing into me further as she lifted her hand to hold the back of my head. Encouraged with her retreating from the stove, I unbuttoned her pants then slid my hand under the fabric.

Her breath hitched as she turned her head to kiss me fully.

“Are you trying to rub your house-hunting mentality off on me now?” she joked, spinning into my arms to face me fully. As she moved, she tugged at my shirt.

“I’ll rub something on you,” I taunted, kissing her harder until she moaned. Together, we backed toward the bed. In this manner, an open-floor plan of a studio was a great benefit to rely on.

No doors to open. No rooms to maneuver through.

“You’re on the market to rent or buy something and you’re going to think I want to too?” she said once I pulled my shirt off and worked on the buttons to hers.

“Think of all the new rooms you could try to christen,” I murmured close to her mouth.

Her cheeks rose in a smile as we kissed. The touch of her tongue alongside mine, the firm brush of her wet, soft lips over mine, and I was a goner. I hurried to lower my sweats and boxers.

“I don’t have any rooms here,” she said.

“The bathroom.”

“And like I told you last night, that tiny thing is way too small for shower sex,” she replied.

“Then this will have to do.” We hadn’t moved far enough from her kitchenette to reach her bed. Stopping at her high-top table would be just fine for me.

Shoving at her pants, I encouraged her to step out of them. She did so, holding on to me as I hooked my fingers into the band of her panties and lowered them, too. On the upward caress of my hands, I rubbed her thighs, then stroked my fingertips over her pussy as she stepped apart slightly.

Before she could lean into me and give me a chance to play with her, I spun her until her ass was thrust out at me. I growled, hugging her until her back was flush to my chest.

She gyrated against me, humping my dick jutting out at her.

“Did you get con—”

Condoms!

I froze. “Dammit!” I let my head fall to her shoulder as she giggled.

Turning slightly to kiss me, she guided my hand to her pussy, prompting me to finger her. “I take that as a no?” she asked between kisses.