“No one’s getting on. I hit the first floor again.” He grins, and I look down to see the button turned red. “I wanted more time before our date was over.” He kisses my neck, and my eyes roll backwards.
“We can’t live in the elevator.” I hit the button for the third floor.
“Prove it.”
He reaches behind me and uses both hands to grab my ass, lifting me straight off the ground and up to his height so he doesn’t need to bend down to kiss me. When the doors open, he keeps me pressed to him, my feet dangling at his shins.
My back hits the wall of the hallway next to our front door with force, and Warren’s body presses me into place as he continues to kiss me hard and fierce. I desperately pull at the sides of my dress to allow my legs the freedom to wrap around Warren’s hips—I’m no longer able to care about who may stumble into the hall and see us.
“Keys?” He moves his kisses to my cheek to speak, forehead pressing into my temple. It is achingly difficult to tear my thoughts away from the sensation of him between my thighs.
“You don’t have yours?” I breathe out.
“I do, but my hands are otherwise occupied.” He pinches my ass, and I straighten; he grins. I roll my eyes as I reach into his pocket and pull his keys out.
“Okay… put me down,” I command.
Warren moans like a spoiled child but lowers me to the floor. He takes the keys from me and unlocks the door. Once we step inside, he turns to block my path beyond his bedroom.
“I’ll go check on them—you stay in here, okay? Don’t leave this room,” he says.
I walk inside, sit on his bed, and cross my legs, putting my chest on display as I lean back onto my palms.
“Yes. Okay, stay like that…” He rubs a palm over his skull. I think if Warren had hair, he’d be pulling it out. “Be right back.” He taps the doorframe twice before closing the door, and footsteps sound down the hallway loudly—he might actually be running.
After tonight, after each surprise he gave me, I want to give him one in return. I strip down until I’m fully naked, then fold my clothes on top of his dresser. I turn his bedside lamp on and the overhead light off. I may be bold enough to be fully naked in front of him, but I certainly won’t do it under fluorescent lighting. I flatten out his duvet and sit on top of it, crossing my legs and leaning back—as he’d left me. As he asked me to stay.
A soft knock hits the door.
“Occupied,” I retort.
There’s a muffled laugh from the other side as the handle turns down. Warren is facing the hallway, using his back to open the door while he holds two glasses of water out in front of him.
“Luke said Willow has been great… she just went back down a few minutes before we got in, so we should have plenty of—” He turns to see me, and immediately drops both glasses onto the carpet of his room.
“Hi,” I say through a faint giggle.
I glance down at the two puddles around his feet as he steps out of the doorway, shutting the door behind him. His hand remains on the door as he looks back at me, eyes flowing up and down my body as his lips drift farther apart.
“Surprise.” I smile shyly, covering my chest with my arm.
This was less awkward in my head. Now I’m sitting totally nude in front of a fully dressed man who stands, unmoving, across the room.
“I, uh. Wow.” He rubs his face, finally removing his hand from the doorknob. “Sorry.” He takes a few steps closer, paying the two spilled glasses no mind. “I was actually stunned for a second there. Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
Warren unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off.Do you have any idea how sexyyouare?I want to ask, but remain speechless at the flawless man in front of me.
He unfastens his belt and lets it fall to the floor carelessly—his eyes not leaving my body for a moment. “You’re unreal, Chloe… your body…” He places two hands on the back of his neck, whispering to himself, “What the fuck… you—wow. Do you…” His voice trails off, and he lets out a long, forced breath.
“Warren, you’re not actually saying anything right now,” I say, uncrossing my legs and planting my feet on the soft rug next to his bed.
“I can’t. I may never speak right again.” He steps out of his pants and bends to reach for my thighs, his hands gripping the top of each one. He kneels in front of me and presses his forehead to the tops of my knees where they meet.
“What are you doing?” I ask, stifling a laugh.
“I don’t know… Praying?” Warren speaks, his grip on my thighs tightening.
I roll my eyes, smiling to myself. “Warren, get up.”
