“What are you doing here?” I ask, leaning my shoulder against the doorframe, folding my arms over my chest. My heart hammers behind my ribs as I take in the man before me. The man I didn’t expect to see again tonight.
Minty green eyes give me a quick once-over before meeting my gaze. His features are soft, his usual malicious smirk nowhere to be seen. “Can I come in?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m home alone, and I’m guessing you are too. And I thought maybe we could keep each other company.” He shrugs, his eyes filled with lust and insinuation. “Go back to hating each other in the morning,” he adds.
Huffing out a snort, I throw back, “Hating each other? What the hell do you have to hate me for?”
He smirks, the sight causing my stomach to flutter. I hate it. “You know what I mean,cariño.”
Be it the fog the weed has my brain blanketed in or the spell his magic dick seems to have me under, I become hyperaware of the fact that zero part of me wants to turn him away, despite knowing I’m doing nothing but proving Xander right. Taking a step back and to the side, I let him in for what will more than likely be a huge fucking mistake.
26
MATEO
After the pissed off way Travis left the bar earlier, I figured he’d rather deck me in the face than let me into his house, but alas, here I am, standing in his entryway mere inches from him. He’s half naked, wearing only a pair of purple and black pajama pants, his chest bare and smooth, pale, milky skin with barely-there muscles pulled taut, rippling with tension.
“What gives you the right to show up at my house like this?” he asks with a sneer.
“Why not?”
“Because I told you last time—”
“Yet, you let me in anyway,” I counter. “Why do you think that is,cariño?”
He scoffs. “Maybe because I didn’t want to argue with you in the hallway, where anybody could hear. That’s a little rude and disruptive.”
A smirk pulls at my lips. “Oh,allthe many neighbors we have on this floor?”
He opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but eventually snaps it shut.
I take a single step forward until I’m standing nearly flush with him. His breath hitches. “Can we skip this bickering foreplay for once and get on with it already?”
Without waiting for a response, I haul him into me by the back of his neck, our lips colliding brutally. He gasps and I slide my tongue in, sweeping along his. He tastes of weed and something else I can’t quite place. His plush lips, the feel of his trembling body against mine, and the sound of his inhibitions leaving on a soft mewl being pushed into my mouth has my blood heating.
Coming here wasn’t my plan. I left the bar and came home with every single intention of going into my house and calling it a night. When I got to the hallway between the two apartments, there wasn’t a thought as I raised my fist and knocked on his door. It was automatic. A subconscious impulse of my unabashed desire for Travis.
For the past several days, mostly since we hooked up again, I’ve been trying to pinpoint what it is about him that has me so out of my mind. It’s never been like this for me. Since Robbie—and hell, even before him—I was fine being alone. Fine with meaningless hook-ups and one-night stands. I’ve never yearned for the feeling of someone beside me, never itched to have someone’s flesh against mine as I slept. Yet, the other night when he left after we fucked without so much as a second thought, I felt a gnawing ache in my chest. A bitter taste on the back of my tongue.
It stung.
Lips still locked, I wrap an arm around his middle, walking us backward into his living room. His ass hits the back of the couch, and I use my hands on his hips to lift him up. Travis’s legs wrap around me, his arms going around my neck as he slants his head, opening wider for me.
We kiss like we may never get the chance to ever again, and hell, we might not if his stubborn side gets his way. But if this really is the last time, I’m not wasting it. Wrenching my lips away from his, trailing along his sharp jawline, I take the lobe of his ear between my teeth, tugging and nipping. Travis groans, his hands gripping my shirt tightly.
Next, I nip at his neck, sucking on the salty flesh, marking him exactly how I know he loves. For someone who swears he can’t stand me, he sure loves to wear the evidence of me being here. Seeing the hickey on his neck earlier at the bar that I knew I gave him lit my blood on fire. Because I’ve never been much of a feelings or relationship guy after the trainwreck that was Robbie, possessiveness has never been my thing… but with Travis, it’s ferocious.
Not only do I want to own him behind closed doors; I want the entire fucking world to know he belongs to me.
I want to piss on his leg and mark my territory for everyone to see.
“Mateo…” My name leaves his lips on a breathless moan as he tips his head back farther, silently begging me to keep going.
Lapping over his Adam’s apple, it rolls under my tongue as he swallows thickly, his body vibrating against mine.
“What do you need,cariño?” I ask against his throat.
