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“Don’t you dare.” She scowls at me then smiles.
“All right, give it a try and see what happens.”
She raises her arm, lines up her shot, and… hits the wall beside the dartboard.
I laugh and step back.
“Some teacher you are,” she grumbles but smiles.
“Do you want to try darts another night then?” I cover up my amusement by rubbing my palm over my mouth.
“I guess. I really wanted to tell the kids at school that I beat the burly football player at darts though.”
I draw her into me, resting my hands on her lower back even though what I really want is to let them drop to her ass and give it a squeeze. “You can say you beat me. I won’t tell anyone the truth.”
She gives me a light punch in the bicep. “It’s not the same.”
“Well, is there something else you want to do then?” Twyla bites her bottom lip for a second and my dick twitches. “What is it, sunshine?”
She runs her palm over my pec, my shoulder, and down my arm. “I’ve been eyeing you in this shirt all night. You look really hot.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
She nods. “Mmmhmm. This Henley fits you in all the right places and I’ve been thinking of ripping it off you since you showed up at my place earlier.”
“I see. So what you’re saying is that we should get back to your place immediately.”
“Exactly.”
I waste no time tugging her hand and leading her toward the exit. She laughs, and we say a quick goodbye to all the guys at the bar who normally just give me a grunt as a farewell. But because Twyla is with me, they look away from the TV and give a wave and a few words because they love her. Of course they love her. It only took a couple times of her being here with me for her to charm them all too.
We make it back to the condo building in record time, and as soon as the elevator doors close behind us and we’re alone, I cage her in the corner.
“You have some good ideas.” I lean into her, my hard length pressing against her.
She moans. “I do, don’t I?”
Then we’re kissing and she slips her hand between us and grips my length through my jeans. I push into her hand, wanting more.
This woman is my undoing. I want her more than my next breath.
We almost miss the sound of the elevator doors opening and it’s only at the last second that she taps my shoulder, bringing me out of my daze. I turn and stab the door open button and the doors that were almost closed reverse and open.
Our hands are intertwined as we speed walk down the hallway to her door. Both of us are breathing fast while Twyla gets her key out to unlock the door. It’s as if we’re in a race—the adrenaline is high, as is the sense of urgency. And when she pushes open the door, I follow her in, slam it shut, then I’m on her.
I pick her up so her legs are wrapped around me and walk us into the living room while our tongues fight for supremacy. I win—I always do—and she lets me deepen the kiss, setting the pace.
When we reach the living room, I set her on the couch. It’s clear both of us are still eager for the other because we each undress ourselves. Within a minute, we’re naked and I’m rolling the condom that was in my wallet down my shaft.
I grip the base and stroke myself as I look down at where she lies on the couch, naked and spread for me, one leg hooked over the back of the couch.
“You are the definition of temptation, woman.” I drop to my knees in front of her.
My fingers dip between her legs and glide through her desire before I push two fingers into her. Her breathy moans hit my dick like a tuning fork and it becomes painfully hard, desperate for her wet heat.
I pump into her, arching my fingers and studying her every reaction, from the way her nipples peak into even sharper points and the way she grinds her hips, wanting more of me. Her breathing becomes shallower, and her eyelids are heavy. Every piece of this woman is cataloged in my brain so that I can retrieve it in the future after she’s gone.
A growl rips out of my chest at the thought of this not being a part of my life anymore and I can’t hold off any longer. I straighten, then hold my hand out to help her up. She stands and I lift her into the same position we were in when we arrived at the couch.
