“What?” he grins.
“I just can’t believe I’m here,” I say, swallowing hard. His eyes flick to my throat, and I know he notices. He shuts his mouth, his smile fading into something darker, more intense.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” he murmurs, closing the space between us. He shifts his helmet to the side and presses his body against mine, our pelvises aligning in one perfect, aching line.
He tilts his head and kisses me hard—urgent, like he can’t wait another second. We both breathe heavily, our hips grinding together.
Just then, the elevator dings. We break apart quickly, giving ourselves space.
We must look crazed because the elderly woman who enters looks at us with confusion and mild alarm.
“Hi, Mrs. Kravitz,” Caleb says, smiling awkwardly.
“Hello, dear. You two having a good night?” she asks, shuffling in with her tiny Shih Tzu.
We sneak past her.
Caleb pinches my ass as he passes.
“Just the best,” I laugh. “Night!” he calls back.
“Night, dear,” she replies as the elevator doors close. Right before the doors close, Caleb smacks my ass so loudly, I’m sure she must’ve heard the crack.
“You little shit,” I laugh, chasing after him. He glances back, laughing, trying to dodge me, but I catch up easily, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him in.
“Making me look bad in front of Mrs. Kravitz?” I laugh, poking his sides.
“No!” he yelps, struggling, but I’ve got the upper hand this time. It feels so damn good seeing him tangled up beneath me, helpless.
My dick likes it too.Fuck.
Thankfully, we must’ve reached his door because he stops resisting.
I let go, still laughing, as he shuffles his keys, looking for the right one.
“I could’ve taken you down back there if I really wanted to,” he says, unlocking the door.
“I’d like to see you try,” I challenge. He shoots me a look, heat simmering behind his eyes. My dick twitches.
He opens the door and tilts his head for me to go first.
I step inside and glance around as he flicks on the light. Of course his place is gorgeous—we’re in the Upper East Side. It’s spacious, well-lit, full of style and personality. A far cry from my cramped one-bedroom flat on the opposite side of the city, where my kitchen, dining room, and bedroom all share the same square footage.
Yeah, his place is amazing.
“Nice place,” I say, eyeing the magazines spread out on the kitchen island.
“It does its job.” He sets his helmet on the counter, and I do the same. “I’m probably moving in a few months,” he adds with a sigh.
“What? Where? Why?” I ask, heart racing.
He chuckles. “Not far. Just getting my own place.”
“Something happen with Tony?” I sit on a barstool.
“No, nothing like that. I’ll just need something a little smaller. I… sort of quit my job,” Caleb says, running a hand through his hair as he walks to the fridge. “Drink?”
“Please.” I nod, leaning on the counter, waiting for more.
