“Is she out?” Gabe asks when he returns to my office a few minutes after I arrived.
I glance down at her, even though I don’t need to confirm she’s out like a light. She must have drunk half the bottle while I was downstairs. “Yeah, she’s gone.”
But she’s fucking here! And that’s all that matters.
He laughs and walks over, leaning down to check her face, currently snuggled into my neck, her hot breath teasing my skin. “You want to drop her off at her place before we go home?”
I know where she lives. My deep probing turned up her address easily, but the thought of leaving her after this week of indecision and torture wondering where we stand has my stomach leaping into my throat. I shake my head and cuddle her closer to me. “No, I’m not leaving her alone tonight. We’re going to my place.”
She manages to sleep through the elevator ride to the car, Gabe transferring her into the back seat, and the entire ride to my condo, her head resting on my lap.
By the time we arrive at my door, I’m convinced I may not be able to wake her up. Gabe holds the door open for me and follows us in, greeting Princess as she jumps at me, trying to climb onto my well-occupied lap. Gabe scoops her up and waits at the threshold.
“You need help with her?” he asks, nodding toward Danika.
I glance down and brush a strand of her white-blonde hair back behind her ear. She stirs, snuggling closer to me and tightening her arms around my neck.
“No, we’ll be okay. Thanks. You got Princess, though?”
He nods before disappearing and pulling the door closed behind him.
I don’t think I have the energy to concentrate on two girls tonight. I’m glad Princess thinks Gabe is her knight in shining armor and won’t even miss me.
I retreat to my bedroom and into the closet where I manage to reach around her to grab one of my t-shirts and head to the bathroom. Stopping just outside the open door, I cup Danika’s cheek, brushing my thumb along her smooth skin and down to her lips, slightly parted with her slow, even breathing.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Danika, babe, wake up.”
She stirs, but her eyes remain sealed and her lips curl down slightly into an adorable frown. A smile spreads across my face.
She is so damn cute.
I press my lips to hers softly, trying to wake her the gentlest way possible.
Moaning, she reacts to my kiss, pressing her body into mine and pulling her arms from behind my head to cup my face and tug me to her.
Guess she’s awake now.
What started out as a tender kiss quickly becomes more, her tongue slipping against my lips, demanding entrance and response. I capture her face in my palms and slowly pull away, ending the kiss with several slow, sweet presses of my lips. She sighs and her eyes flutter open, her lazy, alcohol-soaked gaze roaming my face.
“Hey,” she murmurs before pressing her lips to mine again and offering me a wide grin.
I grin back at her. “Hi.”
She leans back and looks around the room. “Is this your bedroom?”
“Yeah.” She takes in the room—the large, low king-sized bed in the center, the black lacquered nightstands and dresser along the walls, the bank of windows occupying the far wall. When those hazy blue eyes find mine again, I hand her the shirt. “Here, you can sleep in this. There is a new toothbrush you can use in the second drawer on the right. Let me know if you need anything else.”
She grins at me, grabs the shirt, and slides off my lap, wobbling on unsteady legs. I reach out and grasp her hip, steadying her. She giggles and glances back at me. “Shit, how much did I drink?”
Too much.
“Half a bottle.”
Her eyes bug out and she covers her mouth with her hand. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t normally drink that much, at least not liquor.”
I laugh and gently squeeze her hip. “Don’t apologize, you probably needed it.”
She barks out a laugh. “Probably.” She slips from my grip and stumbles into the bathroom. Grinning, I return to the front door and lock it, shutting off the lights as I make my way back to the bedroom. The bathroom door is closed and I can hear the water running in the sink.
I return to the closet and change into a pair of long, silk pajama pants and a t-shirt.
By the time I emerge a couple minutes later, she’s opening the bathroom door. She looks around the room until she sees me and she smiles. My 30 Seconds to Mars t-shirt hangs off her full breasts and stops just south of the spot between her long legs I am dying to taste again.
God, she was fucking sweet, and so fucking wet. My cock responds and I hope she’s too drunk to notice it straining against the thin silk pants that do nothing to hide it.