To be honest, I don’t care how I look in front of anyone these days, let alone this chiseled demi-god walking next to me. He doesn’t even know my name. And despite being insanely, chemically drawn to him, I know that’s just lust and my sad, neglected libido talking. I don’t know a single thing about him worth remembering except the size of his dick through dress pants.
With the pressure completely off, I ramble between bites about Vanessa Mayers, filling the quiet with my thoughts on her film catalog and how, despite his claim that “she’s not his type,”I think she’s the kind of exception worth making.
“I’d like to circle back to the part where you said you know her,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him and waving the last fry in the air before tossing the empty box in a trash can outside Leo’s apartment building.
“I thought we weren’t discussing anything personal,” he replies smoothly, his lips twitching into a smirk.
As we wait for the elevator to Leo’s tenth-floor, swanky apartment, I clean my fingers with my tongue since we forgot napkins, one digit at a time, slowly. His gaze locks onto my movements, darkening as I drag my tongue over the underside of each one the way I’d like to do with his cock.
When our eyes finally meet, there’s no mistaking the heat behind his.
“You’re right,” I say, leaning against the wall as the elevator alerts us of its arrival. “But since you’re about to see the inside of my friend’s apartment, it feels only fair that you tell meonepersonal thing about yourself that’s not a lie.”
Before I can blink, he steps closer, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me flush against him. A gasp escapes me as I crash into his solid chest. His face lowers, his lips brushing the edge of my cheek, then down to my neck.
He inhales deeply, his voice dark as he whispers, “No.”
I pull back slightly. “What?”
“I don’t like your game, but I’m not going to tell you anything more about myself if you won’t even tell me your name.”
And with that, he yanks on my wrist and drags me into the elevator as the golden doors slide shut behind us.
He moves behind me in the elevator, pressing his chest flush to my back again as we begin our descent. I can feel the hard, unyielding length of him as he holds me in place. His fingers grip my hips like a vice, keeping me steady. Each breath I take comes in unevenly, his touch searing through the fabric of my sweater dress as his fingertips brush the bottom of the short hem teasing me.
“I just walked through the streets of New York City with your come and mine on the front of my expensive suit pants.”
A shiver rolls across my skin.
“That’s something I wouldneverdo.” His fingers trail upward, across the curve of my ass and to the base of my spine. “There, that’s all you need to know about me.”
I wet my lips. “That’s hardly a personal detail.”
He chuckles, lowering his face to my neck and pressing a kiss there. “If you knew me, you’d realize it was.” His fingers move to my ass, squeezing firmly. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see you naked.”
When the elevator doors reopen, I slip out of his grasp. Leo’s apartment is just a few doors down, and I walk fast toward it with Cain on my heels. I fumble with the key he gave me, my hands trembling as I shove it into the lock and push the door open.
Let’s get to the good part where we’re not talking.
“So…” I say, stepping inside. “This is my friend’s place.”
“It’s nice,” he says absently, though his eyes aren’t on the apartment. They’re locked on me, dark and hungry as he stalks forward, a predator closing in on his prey. I step back instinctively but then stop, rolling my shoulders back.
“Where are you sleeping?” he asks, his gaze flicking briefly to the small, navy L-shaped couch before returning to mine.
“The couch,” I admit with a smile.
His brows raise slightly, but then he shrugs as if to say, we’ll make it work.
“Sit down,” he commands more softly this time.
I lower myself to the edge, my breathing shallow as he kneels in front of me. His eyes drop to my dress—a simple sweater style, long-sleeved and low-cut in the front. It was a practical choice for the March chill that’s covering the city, chosen with no intention of having a one-night stand later that night. But the way he looks at me makes it feel like I’m wearing something much more provocative.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing the hem of it before he lifts it and gathers it around my hips just like it was pushed up at thepark. I lean forward a little, lifting my hips and allowing him to tug it over my head and then toss it aside.
The cool air of the apartment hits my skin, pebbling my nipples beneath the nude bra I’d picked for practicality, not seduction.
“Take it off,” he says, his voice rough with need.
