Текст книги "Strictly Temporary Volume One"
Автор книги: Ella Fox
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AFTER SPENDING FORTY MINUTES in bumper-to-bumper traffic to drive the nine miles between work and home, I’m cranky and ready to relax. Throwing my keys on the counter, I blow out a deep breath and let the traffic tension go. I’m home, it’s Friday and I’m about to have some great food, which I’ll follow up with by doing absolutely nothing, which is exactly what I want.
Grabbing my cell, I call my favorite Chinese food restaurant to order my Friday standard. It’s not depressing at all that the entire staff always knows that it’s me before the phone is even picked up—thanks a lot, caller ID—or that Mrs. Tan knows that my order is a small wonton soup, an eggroll and some cashew chicken with a side of fried rice without me saying a word. It’s kind of shameful that I’ve ordered the same exact thing almost every Friday night for the last two years. Sometimes I think that I should switch it up, but honestly the food is so darn good that I can’t help myself.
A relaxed sigh escapes me as I take off my work clothes and change into a pair of yoga shorts and a tank top with a super soft tee shirt over it. After throwing my hair up into a messy bun, I go into the bathroom and scrub my face. Heading into the kitchen, I pour myself a large glass of white zinfandel. There is nothing, and I do mean nothing, like coming home, taking my bra off, getting comfortable and relaxing with a glass of wine. While I wait for the food to arrive I putter around the apartment, opening bills and wiping down the counters in the kitchen.
The bell chimes announcing the arrival of my food, and I make my way to the door to take possession of tonight’s feast. Opening the door with a smile, I stop dead in my tracks when I find Exton standing there dressed in a white shirt and jeans. It takes a few seconds for me to realize that he’s also holding two enormous bags in his hands.
“I, uh . . . what’re you doing here,” I squeak.
Stepping forward he drops a kiss on my lips. My mind is spinning when he pulls back to walk past me. Looking back at me over his shoulder he says, “Delivery.”
I’ve no choice but to follow him as he walks down the hall toward my kitchen. When he gets there he sets the bags he’s holding onto the table.
“Deliva what now?”
Chuckling quietly, he pulls a chair at the table out, motioning for me to sit down. “Delivery, Beautiful. I brought dinner.”
I take a deep breath as I try to calm my nerves. Exton is in my home at my kitchen table. Holy. Hell.
“How did you get here?”
“I got in my car and drove.”
Throwing my hands dramatically in the air I snap, “No shit, Sherlock. I mean how did you know where I live?”
“Oh, that,” he says with a laugh. “Fact is, I went through Sabrina’s Christmas card address list this morning while Vivi kept her occupied in the back yard.”
“You’re saying that you had a child cover for you so that you could snoop?”
“I sure did,” he says with a smile that clearly indicates that he’s not ashamed. “I’ll do whatever it takes for you, Arden. Vivi’s the one that got Sabrina to agree to my plan yesterday too. Vivi likes you so it’s not like I had to beg her to help. She’s got an angelic face and she melts hearts with her smile—which means that she’s pretty much the most badass sidekick of all time.”
Struggling not to laugh at that I blurt, “Well, you wasted your time because I ordered dinner already.”
“I know, babe. I got it right here,” he says with a wink.
Gesturing to the table, I shake my head. “I definitely didn’t order all of that.”
My breath catches in my throat when he throws his head back and laughs. He’s so sexy that even his laugh does things to my body.
“I have your usual here, and then I ordered a bunch of other stuff. We’re going to eat way too much Chinese food and maybe eat more in about two hours when we’re hungry again. You know how that goes.”
Sputtering stupidly, I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. “Listen buddy, I told you to call me next week! What are you doing?”
Letting go of the back of the chair he’s been holding out, Exton steps toward me. I let out a squeak when he slides one of his hands down to my ass while at the same time tangling his other hand in my hair. When our mouths meet, we simultaneously let out gasps when an electric shock sparks between our lips.
Pulling my head back with the hand tangled in my hair, he looks at me with a look that I can only classify as pure sexy caveman. “You feel that, Beautiful?”
Nodding helplessly, I lick my lips and stare at him in a kind of shock.
“That’s what I’m doing here. This is not the kind of thing you walk away from or leave to chance for a week—that’s just not going to happen. You aren’t running and I can’t stay away,” he says firmly.
“But—”
I get no farther as he covers my mouth with his and silences my arguments. I thought I got the full treatment from Exton’s mouth and tongue last night, but it wasn’t even close. He isn’t just kissing me now—he’s claiming and consuming me all in one fell swoop. I kiss him back mindlessly as I struggle to fight through the dizziness that I feel. My hands are running up and down the front of his shirt, feeling the city of warm muscle that it covers.
As my hands span his abs, he lets out a feral growl and I moan in response. By the time he lifts his head I’m so dizzy I feel like I might fall over. Fortunately for my balance, Exton still has a firm grip on me.
We’re both breathing heavily as we stare at each other wildly. Leaning in again, he drops soft kisses along my jaw line. “You’re so fucking sexy that I could feast on you for hours. If it were my call, I’d say fuck the food. You don’t even realize what you do to me,” he growls against my ear.
I have never had a reaction to anyone that is as visceral to the one I am having to Exton Alexander. Not even close. I want to say something back, but I just don’t have any words.
When he lifts his head again, all I see is a determined certainty on his face. Taking his hands off of me, he gives me a wink. “Now that we got that out of the way, how about I feed you?”
I’m pretty sure I must’ve lost a fair amount of brain cells during that make-out session because instead of arguing more about the fact that he’s just invited himself to dinner at my house, I let it go. Walking across the kitchen I grab another plate and some cutlery before going back to the table and setting it down all while Exton remains standing as he watches me silently. Looking up at him I ask, “Water, iced-tea or soda?”
“Which one are you having?”
Well, right now I’m having an out of body experience, but I can’t tell him that. “Uh, tea I think. Yeah—iced tea.”
“Then iced-tea it’ll be. Come sit down and I’ll get it.”
Instead of arguing the fact that it’s my kitchen and I know where everything is and he doesn’t, I let him help me into a chair at the table. Once I’ve told him which cabinet the glasses are in he makes quick work of pouring tea for us. Taking a seat he starts pulling containers—a lot of containers—from the two loaded down bags he brought with him.
Gesturing to the containers with a laugh I ask, “Did you order the entire menu?”
He chuckles as he shakes his head in the negative. “I spent a few hours doing research by way of the Yelp app. You were right, by the way—this place has amazing reviews. I went through about a hundred of them and went with the things that were the highest rated. Of course I made sure to get your usual too. Mrs. Tan was very helpful.”
It’s a struggle to keep my mouth from falling open. “You spent a few hours on Yelp picking out what to eat?”
Busy opening containers, he shrugs. “I wanted to make you happy. You’re laughing so I guess I did okay.”
Surveying the massive selection in front of me, I let out a giggle. A giggle. I don’t giggle in front of men, ever. What is happening to my brain? Brushing off my nerves, I reach out and choose a container. We spend a few minutes filling our plates before we start eating. Just like last night, Exton will hold his fork out for me from time to time so that I’ll try some of what’s on his plate.
“I’ve got my Apple TV down in the car,” he says casually. “If you don’t have Netflix I can hook it up here so we can watch something. Or I can go to the Redbox and grab a movie if you want.”
Fiddling with my fork, I look at him wide-eyed. “Dinner was great, but really, you must have somewhere more exciting to be than watching TV on my couch. I know spending time with someone like me isn’t your normal speed.”
Setting his fork down he shakes his head. “You have got to be kidding me,” he mumbles. Looking me in the eye he shakes his head in apparent frustration. “Woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“I didn’t mean to insult you—”
“Actually,” he says firmly, “You’re insulting yourself. I’m exactly where I want to be and there is nothing I’d rather be doing than spending time with you. I’m really not sure what I’ve got to do to get that through your head, but I won’t quit until you understand.”
I don’t quite know how to respond to that. Finally, I settle on ignoring it entirely. “I have Netflix.”
“That’s all you’ve got to say?”
Leaning back in my chair, I cross my arms defensively over my chest. “I was unaware that I needed to respond in a certain way.”
The way his eyes take fire has me shifting in my seat. When his gaze drops to my chest, I look down and let out a shocked yelp. “Holy shit! Why didn’t you say anything about the fact that I’m dressed like this? I look like a freaking skank!”
I’m halfway out of my seat to run into my bedroom and put something more attractive on when he stops me. “Babe, you look like a goddamn dream and you aren’t changing. I like this look, a lot.”
A terrible suspicion takes hold in my head. “Oh crap, now I get it. You’re bored with the same old same old so you’re trying something new. That has to be what this is. You’re normally with models and in comparison, I look like I ate one.”
Smacking his hand down on the table, Exton lets out a sound that’s along the lines of being a growl. “I swear to you, the very next time you refer to yourself as being fat, I’m going to put you over my knee. You’re fucking sexy as hell and you put every woman I’ve ever seen to shame. I’m here for you, Arden, not to get my fucking kicks. Don’t insult either one of us by trying to cheapen shit and make this less than what it is.”
He’s making me crazy. In the last seven days he’s managed to completely disrupt my normally quite ordinary and well-ordered life. Glaring at him I snap, “Maybe you should clue me in and tell me what the hell this is then, since you seem to be the one with all the answers!”
After staring at me silently for a few seconds and running his hand through his hair, he exhales sharply. “You’re so busy fighting and spinning out that I don’t think you’re in the headspace to hear what I know. All you need to focus on right now is relaxing into it instead of fighting it. You’re just wasting time, Beautiful.”
I’m not going to lie to you—I am terrified. Only the fact that my arms are crossed in front of my chest is hiding the fact that my hands are shaking. It’s like the man doesn’t understand how intimidating this whole thing is to me. I really don’t understand how he’s so certain that this is supposed to be happening.
“I’m going to put the food away and do the dishes. Go cue up whatever it is we’re going to watch tonight.”
“You’re the guest—”
“Babe, I’m doing this shit and you’re relaxing. Don’t think of me as a guest. Go pick something to watch—I’ll be right there.”
Accepting that it’s pointless to argue semantics with him, I leave the kitchen and head for my bedroom to get changed. I’m just at the door when I hear him bellow, “Don’t you even think about going to get changed, woman!”
I spin around quickly, fully expecting to find him at the other end of the hallway but he’s not there. Marching back into the kitchen, I find him moving closed containers from the table to the refrigerator.
“How did you know—”
Looking over at me, he smirks. “Lucky guess.”
“Ugh,” I say as I turn to go to the living room. “You’re really overbearing sometimes!”
The sound of his laugh is the only answer I get. Turning on the TV, I get us all ready for The Walking Dead. Once I’ve got that under control, I flop down on the couch.
I don’t have to wait too long for him to join me, and as he enters the room my mouth goes Sahara desert dry. This man fills out a pair of jeans like nothing I’ve ever seen before. If I were a braver woman, I’d ask him to turn around so that I could stare at his ass for a while.
Coming to a stop just in front of me, he stays still and does nothing. Looking up at him in confusion, I find him smirking down at me. “Like what you see, Beautiful?”
Blushing furiously, I shake my head. “No . . . I mean yes. Or no!” Oh my God, I am a blubbering idiot. I know I’m failing to act cool here, but it’s as if I can’t stop. “Wait, I mean yes—I was just wondering what kind of jeans you’re wearing. I need a new pair.”
He’s straight up laughing his ass off as he drops down onto the couch next to me, sliding his arm onto the back of the couch behind my head. “So you’re in the market for a pair of men’s jeans?”
Giving him a dirty look I snap, “You couldn’t just let me salvage my pride, could you?”
“Nope. I think it’s fucking hot that you’re checking me out and I don’t want you pretending otherwise. You know damn well that I’m looking at you and liking what I see—of course I want you to feel the same.”
I have no response to that other than my rapidly beating heart. Changing the subject entirely I say, “You good with The Walking Dead? Because that’s what I was planning to watch.”
As he sets his feet on top of my coffee table and gets comfortable, he nods. “I told you last night I love this shit so yeah, I’m down. Let’s watch some walkers get fucked up.”
The man gives me no breathing room whatsoever. I try to stay a comfortable distance from him, but he isn’t having it. Within about ten minutes he’s got me pulled tight against him and my head is resting on his shoulder. I’m not a party animal so by the end of episode four, I’m snuggled into him and yawning my face off.
Hearing the steady thump-thump-thump of his heart combined with the rhythm of his breathing must’ve lulled me to sleep. I come awake like a shot, quickly realizing that the TV screen is black. At some point positions shifted and Exton is sleeping below me and we’re covered with a blanket. I have a vague recollection of being the one to pull it over us, but that’s it.
Immediately my heart begins racing and I start freaking out. I can’t believe I let down my guard enough to fall asleep with him! The last time I fell asleep with a guy I woke up in hell. What was I thinking letting this happen? This crosses the line and makes me feel ridiculously irresponsible.
Sitting up, I get to my feet and start pushing at Exton’s shoulder. “Wake up! You have to go.”
It takes a few seconds to get him to wake up and when he does he opens his eyes and stares at me blankly. Eyes darting around the room, he looks back at me in confusion. “What?”
“We fell asleep. You have to go.”
He lets out a yawn as he sits up and stretches his arms up over his head. “What time is it?”
Looking over my shoulder to the cable box, I let out a groan. We slept like that for at least six hours! I really need to get a hold of myself because this is quickly taking a turn to the disastrous. He makes me forget the rules that I need to live by. Looking back at him I snap, “It’s four in the morning and you have to go.”
Reaching a hand up, Exton grabs me by the waist and pulls me down onto his lap. “Babe, you have got to stop freaking out. Nothing bad is going to happen. Pretty soon we’ll be sleeping together every night and we’ll be doing it naked. You need to get used to this because we are happening.”
Immediately my fight or flight response kicks into full effect. Setting my hands on his shoulders, I try to push off of his lap. Instead of letting me go, he wraps his arms around me and holds me steady.
“You need to calm down, Beautiful. I don’t know why you’re having a fucking fit but you need to remember one thing—I won’t ever hurt you or make you do anything that you don’t want to do. You’re safe with me.”
“That’s crap,” I say hotly. “You do make me do things I don’t want to do! I didn’t want to have dinner last night. I didn’t want you here tonight! But here you are. You’re like Godzilla—you flatten everything in your way in order to get to your goal. I’m nothing but a test subject to you—you just want to see if you can talk your way into my bed before you leave!”
I say this knowing that I’m going to piss him off and that he will go, but I am so panicked right now that I don’t care. I need to be alone because I am freaking out.
Instead of tossing me off his lap, Exton reaches up and cups my face between his hands. “Arden, stop it. You and I both know that you wanted all of that, you’re just too stubborn or afraid to admit it. This bullshit you’re throwing out right now isn’t going to scare me off. Take a deep breath and look me in the eye right fucking now and tell me that you don’t want to be with me. Tell me that in your heart of hearts you didn’t want dinner last night, you didn’t want me here tonight, and that you never want to see me again. If you can do that, I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”
I can do that. No problem.
“I don’t want—”
Dammit. I choke. I can’t say the words. Why can’t I just say it?
“I don’t! I don’t want . . .”
“What don’t you want, Beautiful?”
I open my mouth to tell him that I don’t want him and that I just want to be left alone. Instead I blurt, “I just don’t want to be hurt again.”
And then I burst into tears.
Enveloping me in his arms, Exton holds me while I cry. The last time I shed a tear was the day after my disastrous wedding. Since then, I’ve kept it all inside. Suddenly it’s like I can’t cry enough, and five years of tears come out in a flood, all over Exton’s shirt.
“Beautiful, you need to tell me right now who hurt you because I am going to fucking destroy them. Tell me who did this to you and I’ll rip that rapist piece of shit apart.”
It takes a few seconds for me to get a grip on what he’s saying. “I wasn’t raped,” I blubber. “It wasn’t like that. You don’t need to be mad for me.”
A tiny bit of the tension in his body dissipates but he’s still angry, I can tell.
“Fuck yes I do, Arden. No matter what it was that happened the bottom line is that someone hurt you,” he growls, “I’m not okay with that.”
Other than my mom and my college roommate, no one has ever known that anything bad happened to me. The fact that Exton cares, without even knowing details, makes me cry even harder.
I’m so upset that I don’t even say anything when he shifts us so that he can stand. A second later he swings me up into his arms and starts carrying me down the hall toward the bedroom. After opening the door he lays me down on the bed and walks away. This should be a relief, but instead my silent tears come faster. He left. Of course he left! I’m a flipping nutcase—what the hell did I expect?
I startle when the light in my bathroom goes on. Realizing that he’s still here, I turn my head and watch as he comes back to me with a box of tissues. Climbing into bed next to me, he pulls me against him and wipes at my tears.
“I’m not going anywhere, Beautiful. Cry it out and let it all go. Tomorrow we start fresh.”
Instead of fighting him—or myself—I follow his advice and let it all out.
MY EYES FEEL PUFFY and I’ve got a mild headache. Trying to remember what happened last night, I let out a groan of absolute humiliation when I realize that I cried on Exton for a ridiculous amount of time before falling asleep.
“Good morning¸ Beautiful.”
Holy hell, he’s still here. Wow. I wasn’t sure he would be. Not that I care either way. Not at all.
“Ugh,” I mumble with my eyes still squeezed shut. “I’m so sorry about last—”
“Don’t you even think about apologizing for anything. It was a good thing that you got it out of your system and now we’re moving forward.”
Covering my face with my arm, I let out a groan. “Easy for you to say considering that you aren’t the one that cried a river on someone you barely know. I can’t believe you didn’t leave—”
“Stop that shit right now,” he commands. I startle as he touches my arm and gently lifts it from over my face. “Look at me, Arden.”
Opening both eyes, I blink a few times before I focus on him standing right next to the bed—shirtless. Holy shit he looks even better out of his shirt than he looked in it.
“First of all, I’m not a stranger so don’t even say that shit again. Second, I think it’s pretty fucking great that you felt comfortable enough in front of me to let your guard down and get that shit out. You fight it every step of the way but deep down you fucking know what this is and the fact that you let go last night backs up me saying that. Instead of obsessing about it and thinking that it was a bad thing—let it go.”
I can’t help that I’m gaping at him. “Um, okay.”
Nodding his approval, he smiles. “Now that we got that settled, get your sexy ass up and go brush your teeth so that I can kiss you good morning and we can start the day right.”
Exton Alexander turns my brain to mush, pure and simple. Getting up from the bed I head into my bathroom to take care of business and brush my teeth.
When I finally get to my toothbrush, I notice that it’s already wet. Opening the bathroom door I stick my head into my bedroom where I find him making my bed and he’s still shirtless. I lose my train of thought for a second, but him staring at me inquisitively brings it back. “Why’s my toothbrush wet? Please tell me you didn’t drop it in the toilet,” I joke.
The sexy smirk he gives me makes my pulse spike. “I used it,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Well alrighty then,” I reply as I shut the door. After staring down at the toothbrush for a few seconds, I put some toothpaste on it and slide it into my mouth. I don’t know why but for whatever reason, sharing a toothbrush with him feels really intimate. I haven’t slept in a bed with a man since Ricky—and let’s face it, he was no man. Ricky was an immature little punk, nothing more than a stupid boy. Exton Alexander is a man who has now slept in my bed, and used my toothbrush.
I barely know how to process all of this.
Sitting on the sand at Point Dume in Malibu with Exton, I’m enjoying the smell of the ocean and the canyon that surrounds us. There’s a magical feeling here, something I never experienced while living in Small Towne. It was Exton’s idea to come out here and have In n’ Out burgers for dinner, and I loved it. He surprises me, there’s no two ways about it. With his face obscured by a Hart International baseball cap, he hasn’t even been noticed by anyone.
He’s way more tactile than I would’ve thought. Right now he’s seated behind me and I’m reclining back on him. He’s got his arms wrapped around my shoulders and I’m surprisingly relaxed, all things considered.
“I need to ask you a question,” he murmurs.
Oh God . . . what is he about to throw at me? Swallowing past a lump of anxiety in my throat, I nod.
“I know you’re not ready right now, and I understand that. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since last night. I won’t push, but someday will you tell me what happened that hurt you so badly?”
Tensing against him, I weigh my response. I don’t talk about what happened with Ricky, ever. It’s just so embarrassing. Exton has been wonderful but who knows if we’ll know each other long enough for me to feel secure in sharing the entire pathetic story. I have to be realistic—I still can’t really believe that anything real will come of it. But, if it does, then yes—I would have to share the story with him.
Nodding my head I answer, “If this goes anywhere, then yes. I just need time.”
He sighs as he hugs me tightly from behind. “This is going somewhere, Arden. You’re not ready to accept that and I get it, but whenever you say something like that, I’m always going to remind you of the truth.”
I’m thankful that I’m facing away from him because it means he can’t see the silly hopeful smile that spreads across my face.
We were together the entire weekend, but he didn’t spend the night again. Over the course of the past thirteen days we’ve spent as much time together as possible—even when I’ve tried to say that we could probably use some space. Whenever I say that, Exton shakes his head at me like he knows something that I don’t.
Every day I wonder if he’ll start putting at least a little bit of distance between us, but he hasn’t. Instead he makes plans for us to spend more time together, and I let him. He’s just always there, and I like it. I crave hearing from him and light up when I hear the text alert and see that it’s from him. And the kissing—there’s nothing like it. I love his filthy mouth and the shocking things that he says and does with it, and I’m ready to do more. He’s been going at my speed, but I think that we both know that I’m there—ready to go.
Sabrina has been loaded with questions about how serious this is, but I’ve been really vague with my answers and, bless her heart, she’s been letting me get away with it. She says that seeing the smile on my face is all the info she needs to know for right now.
I want so badly to believe that there is something real happening with Exton and me, but I can never forget the humiliation I felt after being stupid enough to believe Ricky’s lies. I’m doing my best to keep some kind of a wall around my heart so that I don’t get hurt again, but I’m aware that I’m doing a shit job. Deep down I want Exton to prove me wrong, to be the man he seems to be, but I’m scared. I’d be a fool if I weren’t.
Another sign that I’m in deep is that I buckled and gave in to his repeated requests for me to go to the soft open of Laz’s restaurant with him. Up until now I’ve refused to go anywhere really public with him for fear of running into some paparazzi. Tonight I know there will be dozens and dozens of people there that I don’t know and who will probably judge me and find me wanting, and I’m freaked out. No matter what Exton says I am not even in the same zip code as his normal arm candy and that’s scarier than I care to think about.
Turning this way and that, I survey myself in the mirror. Sabrina and I left work early yesterday and spent two hours shopping so that I could pick out something fabulous for tonight, and thank god she was there for me because Exton was no help. When I asked him what I should wear he told me that I’d look gorgeous in a pair of sweatpants and a ripped tee and that he didn’t want me to stress out or go to any trouble to get something new because whatever I wanted to wear was fine with him. When I shared the story with Sabrina, she laughed and told me that men never really grasp how important clothing is to women. When Exton found out we were going shopping he immediately offered up his credit card. I’m proud of him for knowing when to back down because the second the words came out of his mouth and I turned on him like a wild animal, he threw his hands up and surrendered before apologizing profusely.
I’m really glad Sabrina took me by the hand and went shopping with me. If she hadn’t been able to come, I wouldn’t have been as daring as I was in my choice. Having her tell me I looked like a sexy bitch gave me the courage to buy a short black dress that hugs my curves without making me look like I’m about to burst out like a container of biscuit dough. The front shows a bit of cleavage but not enough to look slutty, and the back is completely open down to my waist. My cleavage is taped into this dress like you wouldn’t believe, but even I have to admit that it looks hot.
Letting out a sound of excitement as the doorbell rings I slip into the silver heels that I bought to complement the dress and hurry for the door. Swinging it open I stop dead and completely lose every thought in my head as I take in how ridiculously sexy Exton looks in a three-piece suit.
“Turn around,” he growls hotly.
Without a word, I do as he instructs.
“Holy hot fuck,” he says huskily as he steps in and kicks the door shut behind him. Before I can say a word he’s got his hands on me as he pulls me into him and starts kissing me like we haven’t seen each other in months.
Sliding my fingers into his hair I melt into him and kiss him back just as desperately. I’m unable to contain my moan of pure pleasure when he starts running his hands up and down the length of my naked back.
I groan when he pulls away, staring up at him as he looks down at me with fire in his eyes. The only sound is that of our breathing, both hot and heavy.
“If we don’t leave right now,” he murmurs, “I’m going to have you up against this wall and I won’t stop until you’ve come so many times that you can’t bear the idea of having even one more moment of pleasure. I’ve never in my life wanted anyone the way I want you, Beautiful. You bring me to my fucking knees.”
I let out a strangled sound at his words—a mix of pleasure and sexual frustration. I want him to take me up against this wall, and that’s not something I’ve ever wanted before. This is really happening—I want this man. Badly.
“Tell me if I’ve read the signs wrong, because you know I will never push you to take it to this level before you’re ready. Is it too soon, Beautiful? I want you so fucking bad that I can’t think of anything else. Are you going to let me into that tight pussy or am I jumping the gun? The choice is always yours.”
“I’m ready,” I answer huskily. I’m more than ready. I wish he’d take me now.
Rubbing his thumb across my lips he looks into my eyes and smiles.
“Soon, baby. So fucking soon. I can’t wait to bury my tongue inside of you, can’t wait to taste you and hear you scream when you come. Unfortunately for both of us, we have a commitment we have to be at, so we’re going to need to leave.
Oh. My. God. I think my brain is fried. He’s going to do that to me? I’ve never had that done before and I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t wondered, but I’m also scared shitless. Still in a haze of disbelief I take the hand he offers before picking up my clutch so that we can go. Only when he reminds me that I need to lock the door do I realize that I didn’t do it.
