the bed has seen any action lately.”
We could remedy that. Right now.
She seemed embarrassed by her confession. Before she fled, Sutton hooked a finger in her belt loop, stopping her.
“Whoa there. No running away. Especially not in here since there’s no room for me to chase you, darlin’.”
Her eyes blazed. “Let go.”
“Nope. You’re gonna tell me what you meant when you said the bed hadn’t seen any action.”
“That’s none of your damn business.”
“Wrong. Every low-down dirty personal detail about you is now my business bein’s we’re a couple in lurve .” To reinforce his point, he crowded her against the cabinet. “If I remember correctly, you said your ex broke up with you a month ago. So it’s been a month since that mattress has had a real pounding?”
“That mattress has been jostled and bounced, but it’s never been pounded.”
Sutton quirked an eyebrow. “Stitch too much of a gentleman to give you a good hard fuck?”
The fire in her eyes died. “Just drop it.”
“How long’s it been for you, London?”
“Four months.”
“Motherfuckin’ hell. What was wrong with that asswipe? He had sexy you in his bed and he left you alone for three goddamned months?”
“Yes. Apparently he was getting what he needed from Paige so he didn’t touch me. I made excuses for his behavior. He was stressed, I was too pushy, I was too kinky. You name it, I took the blame.” She sighed and studied the logo on his shirt again.
“No sirree. You ain’t takin’ the blame for him bein’ a total douche-nozzle.”
That brought a smile.
“And I will tell you something else.”
“What?”
“I will take complete blame for this.” Sutton’s mouth crashed down on hers. With every insistent sweep of his tongue, with every sweet and heady taste of her, his pulse hammered and his cock hardened. He imagined hoisting her onto the counter and driving into her, finding out firsthand where her kink started and how hard she’d let him push her. The second kiss was hotter than the first. Once the embers started smoldering, it wouldn’t be long before they ignited.
She kissed him back with the same hot need. By the time they ended the kiss, they were both breathing hard and staring at each other with something akin to shock.
Then London nestled the side of her face against his chest. “Okay. Wow. Normally I’d say, whoa, let’s take a step back, but all I can think is I’d rather take a running step forward straight to my bedroom.”
“In due time, darlin’.”
“You busy right now? Or are you just out of condoms?”
He stroked her hair and smiled against the top of her head. After a bit he said, “Yeah, I’m out of condoms. Haven’t needed them.”
She lifted her head and looked at him. “What? A hot, built guy like you ain’t getting any at all?”
“Nope. You said it’s been four months for you? I’ve got you beat. It’s been over nine months for me. Since before my accident.”
London’s skeptical gaze roamed over his face. “Are you just saying that to make me feel less shitty?”
“Why would you think that?”
She slid her hands up his chest and curled her fingers around his jaw. “Because you look like this.”
He blushed. “Now you’re just bein’ ridiculous.”
“You can’t honestly tell me you don’t have women hitting on you all the freakin’ time.”
“Not lately, bein’s I’ve been holed up at home recovering. Ain’t a lot of women prowling around my place. My dogs tend to run them off.”
“Sutton. I’m serious.”
“So am I.” He counted to five. “Women don’t want to see a man struggling to put himself back together. It’s easier to go it alone. I found that out the hard way the first time.” He tugged her hands away from his face, sidestepping her and the topic. “So is there a dance tonight?”
His abrupt subject change perplexed her. “Yeah, but I’d decided to skip it.”
Sutton angled his head toward her box of