Last on the List (Wait With Me, #5)

by Amy Daws

“Ready, Big Daddy?” Chad says with a dopey smile. “It’s Mr. Fletcher,” Max growls at the dude. “Hey, chica.” Chad looks at me. “Smile at this dude again…I think it helps with his mood.”

“What you said about me throwing you over my shoulder? First of all…I could do that. Feel free to challenge me on that. I love a challenge.” I turn on my heel to march the other way. “But second of all, who gives a fuck if I couldn’t? Do you think that makes you any less worthy of someone? It doesn’t. It’s a superficial fucking nothingburger of a comment. It tells nothing about the person you are or the beauty you possess.”

“If you think for one fucking second your body isn’t everything I want…” My voice catches in my throat as I palm her side, my thumb brushing along her breast as my pulse races in my veins. I take a deep breath to collect myself. “Everything I have been craving…” I blow softly on her collarbone and relish in the shiver I see roll through her body. “And everything I jack off to when I can’t sleep at night because you haunt all my waking moments…” My tongue slickens my lips as I pull back to stare hungrily at hers. “Then you’re not as smart as you think you are.”

“You are right. We’re done banging it out, Cassandra. I want a fucking date.”