When he pulls into a spot and turns off the engine, I start to worry. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you thought, but I don’t sleep around.”
“You won’t sleep around.” Reaching across the front seat so he’s leaning over me, mere inches from my lips when he says, “You’re going to fuck me. And only me. Come on, I know you’ve been sitting there picturing what I look like naked.” He gets so close his lips are touching mine and whispers, “Admit it.” He opens my door and continues, “Now get your ass out of my truck and into my apartment so I don’t have to imagine what you look like anymore.”
He pulls away, stepping out and walking up to his place, not even checking to see if I’m following him.
My heart is pounding, and I have to take a second to gather my thoughts and make sure my legs work before I can follow him. When he gets to his front door, he looks back my direction only to see I’m still sitting in the car.
After unlocking it, he opens his arm into his place as if to sayCome on inthen winks at me and stands still, waiting for me to make my move.
With my eyes locked on his, I exit the car and walk toward him. “So you think it will be that easy?”
“Don’t you worry, I’ll stay up as long as I need to earn the right to fuck you.”
“Oh, so now it’s a right you have to earn? Glad to hear you don’t think you get it for nothing.”
I enter his apartment and am flung around in his arms before I say anything else.
“I told you I would earn it, and I promise you I will. Your night’s just begun, so be prepared. First things first. We shower.”
“We shower? Together?”
“Yes, together. We danced our asses off. This way.” He lets go of me and only holds my hand as he drags me back to his bathroom.
I try to look around his place to get a glimpse of who he is, but it’s pretty bare. It doesn’t look like he’s been living here long. Then I remember him telling me he’s going through a divorce.
The girl in me wonders why. He seems young though I have no idea what his age is. The questions bombard me as I ponder how long he was married and why it ended.
Then I realize I know nothing about him. Not even his last name.
Panic sets in.
“Wait.” I stop just as we reach his bathroom. “I don’t know your last name, or what you do, or even how old you are.”
He turns, pulling me toward him in an effort to reassure me. “None of that matters. This is all this will ever be. You.” His lips softly touch mine. “Me.” He leans to kiss my neck. “Having fun.”
His hands are around my shirt, and in one swift movement, he pulls it up over my head before I can even think to stop him. “That’s it.” He throws it on the ground and reaches to remove his own. “Knowing too much will only complicate things. We both don't want that.”
“But. Um. I’ve never done anything like this,” I admit.
“I know. That’s what makes this even better. Just let go. Have fun for once in your life. Let me be the one to take you there.”
He unzips his jeans, and I admire the chest I’ve felt dance against me the last two nights. Every muscle is defined and there’s almost no hair to be seen. A tattoo wraps around the back of his right shoulder and down half of his arm in an intricate design but I can’t tell what it is.
I reach out to touch the design in question and he stops me. “Nope, don’t ask. Nothing personal, remember? Now strip.” He smirks as he pulls back the shower curtain, giving me some privacy while he turns on the water.
I slowly unbuckle my own jeans and push them down my hips. Nervous that I’m stripping in front of this guy I just met, yet surprised that I’m feeling totally comfortable with the thought of being naked with him.
When he looks at me again, I’m standing in my black bra and thong panties that have a thick lace band on the top of them. I love the way they hug my hips without digging in, and the hunger that fills his face shows me he appreciates them just the same.
“Fuck me,” he breathes. “I knew you were beautiful, but I should have known that tight little body of yours would be so much more underneath those clothes. Can I remove the rest?”
He walks up, not waiting for an answer. Leaning down, he wraps his hands around my waist and slides my panties down my thighs. My body quivers as he kisses his way down my legs before lifting each foot to remove them.
Kneeling at my feet, he looks up, giving me the sexiest look I’ve ever seen before standing back up, running his hands up the back of each thigh. Feeling over my bare ass, he moves up my back to my bra strap where he unhooks it, sliding it down my arms until I’m completely naked before him.
My heart pounds as his hands run up my sides until they’re barely touching me right below each breast. His thumbs brush on the underside of my left, then my right, tickling my skin in the most delicious way.
The fact that he’s not grabbing them turns me on more than anything I’ve ever felt. Most men run their hands all over them; rubbing, pulling, nipping like savages, but nothing like this. I’ve never wanted someone to touch me so bad yet he’s keeping his thumbs barely teasing their presence.
