“I could say the same about you getting here and finally coming to the door.” She smiled at me, giving me a little jab, letting me know that she knew it took me a while to get to standing on her porch. I didn’t blame her, though; I was the one who asked her on the date and the one who decided to take their sweet time coming to get her. But while I’d said the words, and it seemed like it was a while waiting for her to answer the door,it was so much more than that, because I’d been waiting almost my whole life to have this moment with Odette.
I looked at her again, standing there in her jeans and shirt, casual, but cute and comfortable. She looked like she was her authentic self. She tilted her head, and I realized I was very much staring at her and hadn’t spoken up again yet to her comment.
I didn’t have words for what I wanted to say to her; all I wanted to do was press my lips to hers and get lost again in the fantasy of being with her. Something that’s crossed my mind too many times since I left her yesterday. My hand flexed by my side as I strained not to reach out for her.
“I’m sorry.”
I took a step toward her as the words slipped from my mouth. I didn’t know if I was worried about the fact that it took me forever to get to the door or that my resolve was breaking and I was going to kiss her, because fuck it. I wanted to, and from the way she was looking at my mouth and licking her lips, I knew she wanted it too.
I took her face in my hands and crushed my lips to hers. Odette’s arms went straight to my neck, pulling me closer into her, pulling me over the threshold of the house. I walked us backwards before kicking the door closed with my foot and fumbling to lock the door behind me. Our lips never separated; the fever that had ignited between us wasn’t burning out, not even for a second.
Odette let out a soft moan, and my hands went to her waist, pulling her flush against me. I broke the kiss for only a moment to find the right spot to continue this venture.
“Ryker.” My name dripped from her lips in a soft moan, and I pushed her against the closest empty wall I could spot. My hands went to her ass and lifted, and her legs wrapped around my waist. She rubbed herself against me as we stared at each other, my cock growing harder each time she moved. Odette’s mouthhung open slightly, and her lids dropped closed as she reveled in the feeling of us.
Fuck, I wanted her.
Odette’s hands went into my hair, her fingers scratching over my scalp, and then her fingers were fisting my hair and pulling my face back toward hers.
“Fuck it,” she whispered before our lips crashed together again, teeth hitting as we opened our mouths, both in a rush to continue this moment.
I pinned her to the wall so that she could no longer move and then reached for her hands, grabbing them and placing them above her head, one of my hands holding them there. I pulled away, looking down at her. She was at my mercy. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. I leaned down and nipped at it, pulling and then releasing with a pop.
All thoughts of us leaving this house for a date weren’t completely lost from my mind, but I wasn’t thinking with the right head. All I wanted was Odette naked and underneath me, or on top of me. I could go either way. But I’d promised her a date, and damn it, I was going to take her out like she deserved.
I dropped her hands and pulled away slowly, setting Odette back on her feet, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, and helping readjust her shirt. I was putting her back together, and she was swatting at my hands.
“Ryker, stop.”
I stopped immediately in my nervous cleanup, unsure of how to go from the hot ass makeout session we just had to trying to be a gentleman. I was not used to losing my shit like this. Odette reached a hand up to my cheek. Her eyebrows knitted together, worry laced across her face as she examined me. I closed my eyes and relaxed into her hand. “Kiss me again.”
Odette said the three words so softly that I wasn’t exactly sure if I had heard her correctly, so I didn’t move. I stayedthere with my eyes closed as she moved her hand to my shirt and started to unbutton the maroon long-sleeve button-down I’d worn tonight, and then her hand pressed to my thin white undershirt.
“So many layers,” she mumbled. I opened my eyes to see she’d finished with the buttons and was now pulling my undershirt from my jeans where it was tucked in. Her hand stood out against my tan stomach. I wanted to see how her hands looked on the rest of me.
“Odette.” Her name was the third sentence I’d said tonight.
“Please don’t be sorry for that kiss.” She looked up at me and leaned closer to place her lips gently against mine this time. “Because I’m not going to be sorry for doing this.”
She placed her hand on the outside of my pants over my hard cock. Her fingers kneaded, and she moved her hand up and down the length. Even though we’d stopped kissing, he hadn’t gone down. He wanted the goddess of a woman standing in front of me just as much as I did.
“Fuck,” I groaned, and my hips tilted forward, wanting more pressure from her hand. “I’m supposed to be taking you on a date. A proper date. Dinner, a short or long walk, getting to know each other, and then giving you a goodnight kiss before heading back home. I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
I placed my hands on each side of Odette’s face; my thumb rubbed against the apples of her cheeks.
“First,” Odette started. “I would hope that you wouldn’t have left after the goodnight kiss.”
Odette placed her hands on top of mine and pulled them away from her face, and placed them behind her, straight on her ass. My hands instinctively grabbed a handful and pulled her against me again. A position that I’d just gotten us out of.
“Second,” It was Odette’s turn to place her hands back on my face and pull me close enough that our lips touched as shefinished her next statement. “Fuck being a gentleman, I think we can start at the end for this date.”
I didn’t second-guess it. Didn’t think twice as I lifted Odette against me, and her legs wrapped around my waist again.
“Tell me what you want, Odette.” She was in my arms and wasn’t going anywhere now; I just needed to know what she wanted out of all of this. If we were starting with this first, was it just more inspiration she needed for her book? Honestly, I’d give her anything she asked for, but I needed her to tell me what that was.
“I want you to fuck me, Ryker.” I groaned at her crass words. It was fucking hot to hear her say that shit. It used to be something only in my dreams. “And then I want you to take me on a date.”
I could give her that.
