Page 41 of The Cheerleader is Off Limits

“No.” I snort. “Can’t say I have. You’re a good driver,” I add for some reason.

“I think you’re drunk.” She chuckles.

“I am not drunk,” I answer immediately, as her words offer a wave of soberness, and I turn my attention away from her and toward the window while we cruise down the highway toward my house.

“You don’t have to go quiet on me. It’s fine that you’re a little tipsy. I think it’s cute. Like when you got high from gummies. Whiiiich I may have, if you want more.” She nudges my arm playfully with her elbow.

“I don’t think I need any more of those. I’m already struggling to behave.” I answer honestly.

“Behave? What are you trying not to do?”

“Say things that would make this drive a lot more complicated.”

“Like…?”

“How about the fact that you met me at the bar looking like… that, and I’m still thinking about how it felt when you came around my fingers. I drank too much, and you’re sober, and I feel like I’m not coherent enough to be cool, and I already don’t feel cool around you.”

“Cool?” She giggles as she takes the exit toward my house. “Don’t worry,” she whispers before giving me a tiny wink. “I stillthink you are very cool. But… what would you say if I asked you to stop behaving?”

I hesitate briefly. “That I’ve been thinking about fucking you since we got in the car. Actually, since you got to the bar earlier.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep.” I turn my gaze to her as we pull onto my street, and I watch as the goose bumps erupt on her skin.

“You’re trouble when you drink,” she tells me.

“You were already trouble for me sober.”

We are barely through my front door before I have her lifted into my arms with her bare legs wrapped around my waist. I back up against the front door to shut it while our lips continue to move against each other for the second time. But this kiss is hungrier and more feral and sexier as fuck. I have one hand under her ass, tightening my grip with every flick of our tongues while my other hand strokes her leg, which feels like fucking silk. “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous.” I moan against her lips.

Her tongue tastes like lime and mint, and some sort of watermelon balm coats her lips, making me want to devour her at the thought that her entire body would taste just as good. I drag my lips down her neck, taking a second to lick the skin at the base of her throat before swiping my tongue over the tops of her breasts.

“Your lips are so soft,” she says, and I give her a wolfish grin.

“Wait till you feel them on your pussy.”

“Oh God, please take me to your bedroom, already,” she tells me before pulling my lips back to hers, quieting the groan thatleaves my mouth at the same time.I’m about to start doing exactly that when I feel a vibration in my pocket indicating a phone call, and I frown, wondering who would be calling me this late.

“Give me a sec,” I tell her with a kiss to her lips before setting her on her feet. I keep one arm wrapped around her while I pull my phone out of my pocket, and I see it’s Rowan. “I’ll call him in the morning. He’s probably calling to talk about what happened earlier. I’m sure it’s gotten back to Ellie by now what happened.”

Sloane rolls her eyes before taking a step out of my arms and tugging on my hand as she moves through my foyer. “Well, now that you’ve killed the moment, why don’t you give me a tour?”

I follow her, but not before blurting out the question I’ve been thinking since I brought it up earlier. “Are you bothered by me going on a date?”

Did I want her to be? Was I hoping that it made her jealous?

And since when did I fucking care?

“Nope.” She opens her purse and pulls out the gummies from earlier as we enter the kitchen.

“If you take one, I’m not letting you drive. So I hope you plan on staying,” I tell her with a little more forcefulness in my tone than I meant, but the last thing I wanted was to put her in an unsafe situation.

“Oh…” She slides one in her mouth, her eyes not leaving mine while she sucks the tip of her finger. “Yes, Daddy.”

I do my best to ignore how my body reacts to those words or to fixate on how soon I can hear her say them again, because it seemed like there was more she wanted to say or ask about my date earlier.

She walks around the island in my kitchen before hopping on it, crossing one leg over the other, and raising her skirt slightly. My eyes flit to the movement, hoping for a flash of what’s underher skirt. “So your brother and future sister-in-law have that much of a say in your love life?”