I bite his lips greedily, and Seth lets out a little cry that only adds fuel to the fire.
“How can I leave now?”
“Don’t.”
“You’re working.”
“So what?”
“I could get you fired.”
He laughs. “You’re covered in glitter.”
“I want your fucking glitter all over me.”
He moves away from the wall and practically throws himself on top of me. His legs are wrapped around my hips, my hands on his ass, his on my face; his mouth demanding and asking, his tongue exploring, his erection rubbing against mine.
This man is pure sex. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so attracted to anyone, man or woman. It’s as if my whole body is aware of his warmth even as he passes me by, as if it had done nothing but wait to merge with his.
“If we weren’t outside this club, you’d already be mine,” my words resonate deeply within me, carrying all their weight and truth.
“What are you saying…?”
“I’m saying I can’t resist you. I’m saying you’ve messed with my head. I’m saying that I can only think of you.” I look at him, hoping to see the same intensity in his eyes that I feel in my desire for him. “I’m saying that I want you. But only if you want me too. If you don’t want me, I’m willing to step back and…”
Seth covers my mouth with his.
I breathe heavily, then look at him again. “I’ll wait for you at home.” Seth places his feet back on the ground, and I reluctantly pull away from him. “And… don’t take off that damn uniform.”
Seth laughs smugly. “Anything you want. Consider it a late birthday present.”
The only thing I truly want as a present is to have him under me all night: to touch him, to kiss him, to claim him as if it were my right.
As if it were real.
As if he were mine.
“Just don’t make me wait too long.”
He still wears that smile, and there’s a glint of lust in his eyes. “See you at home, Mr Kennedy.”
I gaze at him for a few more moments before turning and walking home, where I know I’ll spend the rest of the night under a stream of ice-cold water.
Seth
As I close the door to my apartment, I immediately feel the tension in the air, the anticipation, the built-up desire just waiting to be released.
I walk down the hallway, my legs trembling, anxiety closing my throat; I look into the living room and the sight of Rowan sitting in the middle of the bed almost makes me scream with joy.
He really was waiting for me.
I can’t believe it.
Finishing my shift at the club was a long and exhausting torture. I was hard for the rest of the evening. Which led to me getting more tips than usual, I have to admit.
His words stayed with me, his kisses, his eyes. The electricity of his touch.
I couldn’t think of anything else but him.
