Daisy Steel was driving me insane. Never before had I met a woman who had me in knots. My body ached for her, literally ached, it almost hurt not to be with her—to not be touching her, inside her. She ticked every box I had for the woman of my dreams and then some I didn’t even know existed. Smart, funny, sexy was just the start. Add in self-assured, sassy, adventurous, and beautiful and I was smitten. In truth I had been since I’d seen her step onto that running machine in sinfully tight Lycra and drag her dark hair up into a ponytail that was meant for yanking from behind—during fucking.
We’d been dating for two months, each minute I spent with her made me crave more. To the point I was beginning to wonder if it was too soon to pop the question.
Yes, you’ll scare her away, fool.
But that didn’t stop me browsing engagement rings when I was supposed to be on a stake out last week.
I tightened my grip on the bottle of champagne and rang her doorbell. My cock was already at half-mast. It had been damn uncomfortable walking from the car to her door. Hopefully I’d get some relief soon.
My heart thudded just with the anticipation of seeing her smile.
The door opened.
My heart thudded a bit more, it seemed to skip a beat too.
Daisy stood before me in a black silk dressing gown, her glossy hair tumbling in soft curls over her shoulders and devilishly bright red lipstick highlighting her insanely kissable lips.
My cock surged against my jeans. Desire shot into my blood stream. I didn’t stand a chance of ever resisting her.
“Hey,” she said, holding the door and smiling. There was a twinkle in her eyes, one I hadn’t seen before. Playful and erotic I wanted to know more.
I let my gaze trail down to her stockinged feet and back up again, soaking up her slender curves. “Can I come in?”
What is she wearing beneath that?
“Depends,” she said, raising her eyebrows.