“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” She grinned and it was all I could do not to pull over to the side of the road and have her.
Driving had been a terrible idea. I wasn’t a patient man at the best of times, but with Anna sitting beside me, practically begging to get fucked, I was close to having an accident.
“I was thinking,” she said. “Do you, you know, get tested regularly?”
I quickly turned to look at her. “For STDs? Why? Is something wrong?”
“No, it’s just, I got my annual check-up and I came back clear and . . . I’m on the pill, so, I just thought that if you got tested, then—”
“I got tested about six months ago. A few weeks after you were in New York.”
“Oh.”
I could hear the unspoken question behind that onesimple syllable and I reached across and stroked her leg. “There’s been no one since,” I said quietly.
She slid her hand over mine and I turned my palm and clasped her fingers tightly.
“Really?”
“No one since I had you the first time. Really.”
“Okay.” She paused. “Me too. No one since you.”
The revelation sat heavily between us. There was meaning there.
Eventually we pulled into my parking garage and I leapt out of the car, clumsily pulling her case from the trunk.
“In a rush?” she sing-songed.
“Whatever gave you that idea?” I raised an eyebrow at her and clamped my hand over hers as we headed to the elevators.
“You know that midnight-blue underwear set you sent me?” she asked coyly as we stepped inside the elevator.
“Er, yes.” There had been a lot of underwear. A lot of pictures. But I knew the set she was referring to.
“You liked that a lot, I remember.”
“I liked all of them a lot.”
“So this one doesn’t stand out?” she asked, facing me as she pulled at the sides of skirt, revealing blue barely-there underwear.
“Fuck.” Instinctively, I reached for her and cupped her mound. She was hot. Her head fell back but her eyes stayed on mine and I moved my whole body, pressing it to hers. “I thought you might want to freshen up before we fool around?”
“Freshen up? I’m not dirty enough yet. I want you to make me really dirty, Ethan.”
A sound erupted from the back of my throat. God, Iwanted this woman. I sealed my lips against hers and the elevator doors sprang open.
My erection throbbed, desperate for her—it was almost painful. She pushed her hands against my chest, separating us. She was panting and reluctantly I pulled away from her and almost dragged her into the lobby.
I fumbled for my key as she stood behind me, kissing between my shoulder blades, rounding her hands across my ass and over my crotch. I groaned, dropped my keys, turned and grasped her face in my hands, taking her bottom lip between my teeth. The taste of her was so sweet. Had it been like this before? I ran my tongue along the inside of her upper lip, tracing the shape of her mouth, wanting to feel every inch of her, inside and out.
She trailed her hands across my back and over my shoulders. It wasn’t enough, I wanted us skin to skin. Reluctantly, I retrieved my keys and made more of a determined effort to get them to work. It took more effort and concentration than usual, but the door sprang open and then closed behind us. There we were—together, in private with no plans for the rest of the day apart from to be together. The thought calmed me. She was here. We had time.
The atmosphere changed between us. In the car the only thing I could think about was how my cock was going to feel buried in her pussy. Now, it was only one of the things I wanted to do with her.
I grinned at her and she grinned back. I didn’t know where we should start. There was so much I wanted to share with her. I couldn’t wait for her to get to know my place properly. I wanted to hear about her journey and how things were at work. I would tell her about the office, my niece Izzy, catch her up on the news around my sister’s new job.AndI wanted to fuck her so badly I could barely stand.
We had time.
