When he can breathe again, he glares at me, “Most are on a fixed income and can’t afford to hire anyone. I would have thought you would have more sympathy for your elders.”
“Not that.” I say with a wave of my hand. Clearly, he cares about them.
I raise my hand and begin ticking off my fingers as I list his qualities.
“Family-oriented, chivalrous, rich, and volunteers to help the elderly.” And for the last one I add, “And I can only assume a fantastic fuck.”
I look at him expectantly, “And you’re single? What’s wrong with you?” I ask again.
He stops glaring and looks at me with confusion before he grins, “Well I’m not single anymore, am I?”
I try not to smile at his flirtation.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” I say struggling to keep a straight face.
“Other women don’t see it the way you do darlin’.” He tells me and when I give him another look, he sighs and leans back against the bar.
Holding his own hand up he mimics me ticking off his points as he goes, “Family overrides girlfriends, sexist, workaholic, too busy, and must be a playboy.”
“Playboy? With all that spare time you don’t have?” I say with a laugh.
“Exactly why you’re different Gabriella. No one sees me like you do.” He leans forward and kisses my cheek.
I grab the nape of his neck when he pulls back, and I smash my lips to his. Like hell he is going to get away with a cheek kiss after that line. His lips are soft and warm against mine.
As I lean back to look at him, I notice his bright blue eyes are dark with desire. Foregoing my plan to try these famous jalapeno poppers, I run my hand down his chest and straighten his belt buckle.
“I’m ready to ride.” I tell him.
A moment passes where he is befuddled but when understanding hits, he looks struck by lightning. He grabs my hand and I grab our jackets and my purse as he tows me to the door and then the car. The night air is cold on my skin but not enough to stop and pull my coat on.
He opens the passenger door like a gentleman and ushers me inside before dashing over to the driver’s side.
It's a short drive back to the apartments and since my apartment is on a lower floor that is our destination. His hands are on me from the moment he opens my car door. At my back guiding me swiftly through the lobby and into the elevator. On my waist pulling me until my hips meet his and all I can focus on is the hard length of him pressed against my belly.
We don’t kiss and I don’t climb him like a vine on a tree. No matter how tempting. Our eyes lock and I can’t look away. His eyes don’t waver to look at my body nor do they dart away to look at our surroundings. As the floors pass by Oliver’s steely eyes hold mine.
The ding breaks the tension and I find myself pulling Oliver to my door. I’ll be damned if he tries to act the gentleman tonight. I was promised sin and I’ll be damned if I get anything less.
My door slams shut a little too loud to be decent at this hour, but I stop caring when Oliver’s mouth finds mine. Warm and willing I’m lifted into his arms as I rip my shirt over my head. His lips find mine again as I struggle with my bra clasp. I love the emerald color but I should’ve worn something easier to slip off.
He pulls back from me with a breathy moan. I can’t mourn the loss before he bodily tosses me away from him. I land on my softest sheets. I’m shocked to find us already in my bedroom. I watch from my unmade bed as Oliver crosses his arms and grabs the hem of his T-shirt and whips it over his head in one move. Every suspicion I’ve had is confirmed. His tan skin is taunt across defined muscles.
Blue eyes locked on me, and a shiver runs up my spine. Without looking away one of his hands goes to his belt buckle. With one hand he flicks it open and tugs it off. I hear the sharp clink as it hits my hardwood floors.
Oliver’s lower abdominal muscles form a distinct V shape right above his jeans. He unbuttons the top of his jeans and then kicks off his boots. All the while I’m laying across my bed still dressed aside from my shirt.
He prowls across the bed on his hands and knees until he’s between my thighs. I lean back as he rests his hips against mine. His mouth meets mine and this kiss is slower than the ones that came before. He lingers until my hands grip his broad muscled shoulders. Then he kisses my chin and works his way down my neck, stopping to nibble where my neck meets my shoulder while his fingers confidently unhook my bra.
Chills race down my spine as his mouth moves lower. He licks one nipple before taking it into his mouth and rolling the tip against his rough tongue. The other nipple is pinched between his fingers, and I can’t stop myself from arching into the touch.
“Such a good girl.” He whispers against my skin when he releases my nipple with a popping sound.
I buck my hips attempting to grind his erection against my pussy, but the layers of stiff denim prevent the exact sort of delicious friction I desperately need.
“Needy little thing.” Oliver tsks, “You’re gonna need more patience for what I have planned.”
“No. You need to move up the deadline.” I argue. I’ve been on edge since last night and I need to release the tension this bastard has been building.
