“Fuck off,” she laughs nudging me back.
“You know if I had a high-powered telescope, we could look right into Jax and Rory’s apartments. It would be fun to fuck with them right now,” I tell her laughing.
“That’s horrible. I’m pretty sure they’d kill you if you did that.”
“I’m not scared of Jax or Rory,” I tell her with a shrug.
She looks down at her beer bottle again with a little chuckle. She looks like she has something on her mind. I want to ask but I’m not sure if I should push but I want her to know she can talk to me. If something is on her mind, I want her to want to come to me. So, I give into my urge. “What’s going on with you, Baby? You look like you’ve got something weighing you down.”
Her head tilts to the side. Her long blond hair is nearly glowing in the light from the setting sun. She begins chewing on the inside of her cheek as she decides if she wants to tell me what’s going on. If she wants to share part of herself like that.
And I hold my fucking breath because this will tell me if I really am making any kind of progress with her.
“I’ve been lonely back in New York,” she finally admits. “Dane and the guys are on the road. Cara is at school. Pete is off on another business trip. I don’t think I ever realized how alone I was before I stumbled into Dane until all of a sudden everyone is gone.And, as much as it pains me to admit it, I miss you when you’re not around.”
I let out the held breath as quiet as I can. My heart pounds with her confession. That’s the biggest admission I’ve gotten out of her. But I have to play it cool.
“What about your other friends? The people at Lucky’s? The guys at the shop?”
“I love Stitch and the guys. They’re great, but they have their own thing out of the shop. Lucky’s is great too. It’s just not the same though. I never realized just how close I’ve gotten with Dane and Cara. Hell, I didn’t even realize Maddox has become my best friend. The only time I’ve been happy there, lately, is when you’re there.”
She finishes peeling her label off perfectly then turns up the beer, drinking it down in one very long pull.
“I’m sorry, Baby,” is all I tell her. I want to tell her that to come here. Stay in River City. But that won’t be well received. I already know that.
“I think I’m going to start spending time at the gym again,” she suggests. “Not take anything sanctioned, but maybe start having a class or training someone.”
“Is that what you want to do?”
She shrugs a bit but doesn’t say anymore.
I hop off the truck then help her down. “Come on. Let’s get home. As much as I hate it while you’re here, I have an early morning tomorrow, and you’ve had a long day with the flight here and all.”
She gives a slight nod then follows me to the truck.
A few minutes later, we walk into my apartment. I turn the security system on once we’re in the door. Then I turn, pulling her tightly into my body. With a firm hard grip on her hips, I kiss her slow and deep. She tries to pull me into her harder, tighter. She tries to turn the kiss into fury and fire, but I control it. I force her to continue at my pace. I want the ember to sizzle and burn and build.
Because I plan to leave her wanting.
Tori
God, I missed his mouth. I missed the way his hands feel on my hips. In my hair. Against my back.
Every single time he kisses me or touches me it’s like a slow building fire in the pit of my stomach. He leaves me panting, out of breath, and so fucking horny that BOB has done absolutely nothing to satisfy the ache.
His tongue sweeps slowly over my lips exploring my mouth like he’s got all the time in the world. The need in me grows and builds like a forest fire. It starts with a few embers in the underbrush then ignites until there is nothing left.
He pulls back and leads me up the stairs. Every nerve ending in my body is lit with excitement. I’m in his apartment.
Apartment? This is not a damn apartment. My apartment would fit in his living room.
But for the first time in months, he will not be walking me to my door. This time he can’t just peck me on the cheek and walk away. I’ve always been the type of girl that if I wanted sex with a guy, I didn’t wait on him to make the first move. Even though I could’ve jumped Zane’s bones from the first date, I wanted to slow things down a bit. Then all of the mess with Zoey happened and Vegas too. I just want to keep distance between us. While I may have wanted every inch of his body, my resistance stayed strong because I didn’t want to give him any ideas about this going anywhere.
I still don’t want him to get any ideas. I haven’t changed my mind. There is no point in starting a relationship with him. Not when our lives are so far apart or his is so busy. And definitely not when I suck at relationships.
But damn I am tired of being left at the door wet and needy. And it has been so long since I’ve had sex. I guess I’ve had opportunities, but no one has been appealing. No one has lit the tiniest of flickers except Zane, but I’m not delving in too deeply into what that could possibly mean.
He leads me into a room then pulls me back to him. He grips my face bringing his mouth back to mine except this time it’s not slow and leisurely. It’s just like I like him – hard, fast, and burning. His hands move down to grip me close and tight to his body. I run my hands up his chest to grip his shirt firmly to keep myself from falling – hold myself up. Except I don’t need to worry about that because he’s not letting me go anywhere. His hands slip up my shirt where he rubs the bare skin of my back leaving a blazing inferno everywhere he touches. His lips move down my jaw to that sensitive spot just below my ear that sends boiling lava to the pit of my stomach and further down. A low moan slips from my lips as my core clenches at his ministrations.
