The first thing I do in my apartment is kick off the heels; I hate wearing them, but they’re helpful when I’m trying topick up guys. The door locks behind me and the chain is slid into place.
“You think you’re staying long enough to need the chain on?” I ask.
He stops at the edge of the kitchen, hands clasped behind his back. Letting his gaze run from my eyes, all the way down my body, and back up again. He does this thing where he half licks his lips, and it’s sexy as hell, but I don’t let myself react.
“I can go if you want me to,” he says.
He knows I want him to stay but that I’m pissed off. He can read me like a book and I’m out of my league, my poker face sucks. I’m better at flirting with strangers; I can act the way they want me to because they don’t know the real me. They don’t know the girl who just wants to curl up with a book and live in jeans and over-sized t-shirts.
But Diablo has only ever seen that version of me, he knows I’m not this sexy confident woman who drinks G&T’s at luxury bars, I’m just good at playing that role with strangers.
I lean back against the kitchen table and look at him as I shake my head. He crosses the short distance between us and takes my face in his hands.
“That’s what I thought,” he says, before dipping his head and kissing me, starting soft but getting more intense.
Anger rises in me again, ‘that’s what I thought’… arrogant asshole. I channel my emotion into kissing him back, but maybe I take it a bit too far when I bite his lip.
“Fuck!” he says, pulling away and bringing his fingers to his lips.
He holds my gaze before pulling me back to him and kissing me even harder.
“Do you even know the effect you have on men?” heasks.
“No, tell me.”
“You genuinely have no idea how much Designer Suit Steve wanted to fuck you, do you?”
He chuckles against my skin, using my hair to pull my head back again as he kisses around my neck and throat.
“I watched you before I came over, you should have seen how much restraint it was taking him not to reach out and touch you.”
Is this him boasting about his win over Simon? Stroking his own ego, telling himself how much Simon wanted me, but he’s the one who got to take me home. Fuck. This.
“Yeah? Well maybe if you hadn’t shown up and interrupted, I’d have been fucked already, instead of standing here listening to you talk about it.”
He pulls back and grips my hair tighter. I’ve hit a nerve, good. I stare back at him defiantly.
“Is that all you want, princess? You just wanna be fucked?”
“Well what else are we doing here?” I ask, daring him to make the next move.
He reaches one hand for his fly and the other goes to open my legs, but I knock his hand away before he has a chance. I turn and face the table, bending over it. Slowly lifting my dress, I reveal the lacy underwear I now know he loves. He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a long slow exhale. When I glance back at him, he’s staring at me hungrily.
“Well?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant, which isn’t easy when you’re literally throbbing with anticipation.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, so I turn back to the table and bend over even more, resting on my forearms. He tears open the packet and I hear an intake of breath as he rolls the condom on.
When he pulls my underwear down, I wriggle my legs so they drop to the floor, I know the view he’s getting of my assjiggling won’t hurt either. One hand grabs my ass cheek and the other slides between my legs as I part them slightly.
“So fucking wet,” he murmurs it so quietly, he’s talking to himself, almost as though he’s mesmerized by me and in his own world.
I’m expecting him to thrust in one go, but he surprises me by going slow, with short pumps to ease himself into me. When he finally does go all the way, I moan as he presses against me. I knew he was a decent size from where I’d felt him when we kissed, but now he’s inside me, he fills me in all the right ways.
He isn’t moving, instead running his hands over me, squeezing my ass and gripping my waist.
“You’re so fucking tight, so fucking perfect.”
I can’t resist the temptation to tease him, so I gently engage my muscles, tightening around him for a second, before slowly releasing.
