“You are naked under that,” he insists.
Chapter Thirteen
Do I like that she’s not jumping at the chance to move in with me? Fuck no. But if I push too hard, she’s going to run harder. I’ll chase her, but I’d rather let her come tothe decision herself. In her own time. I just hope that by the end of her shift, she decides to come back home with me.
We make the trek up to the fourth floor, stopping once we reach her door. “Is your key in there?” I nod to the bag in her hand.
I already know it is. I went through all her shit before I returned it to her. I also put the cash in her wallet, because there wasn’t anything in it and fuck if I’m going to have her walking around without money. Besides that, I took pictures of her ID. I fully plan to dig into who the fuck she is and who she’s running from as soon as I drop her off at the diner.
“You don’t have to wait for me,” Caitlyn says. “Thank you for bringing me home.”
I blink at her. I swear she’s out of her fucking mind if she thinks I’m walking away. “I want to wait for you.”
“Okay, but it’s just… my apartment isn’t like your house.” She bites down on her lower lip. “And it’s temporary.”
“Yeah, it is temporary, because you are going to admit sooner or later that you want to live with me,” I tell her. “I’m not judging you by your apartment, or what you do or don’t have, Caitlyn. I couldn’t give a fuck if you were homeless in the alley. Actually, I would care because I’d force you to come home with me if that were the case. But if you want to stay here, then we’ll stay here.” I smirk. She didn’t count on that happening.
Her eyes widen. “You can’t do that.”
“Why not?” She doesn’t have to stay with me when I can just as easily stay with her.
“Well, I… ah…” She shakes her head. “Screw it,” she says, taking her key out and opening the door.
I follow her into the apartment. The empty fucking apartment. I don’t say anything. I close the door and watch as her eyes stay downcast. Leaning my back against the door, I wait. I’m getting really fucking good at waiting her out.
“I just moved in. I haven’t had a chance to get anything yet,” she rambles.
“You want to go get ready for work?” I ask her. “I’ll wait here.”
Caitlyn’s head snaps up. Her eyes meet mine. “You really don’t need to stay.”
“I want to,” I repeat. “I’m taking you to work, Caitlyn.”
“Okay, thank you.” She stares at me, biting down on that bottom lip of hers again. Fuck, I want to pull her into my arms and have my filthy way with her. I don’t need furniture to fuck her on. I can pick her up and have her against this door within seconds. “Neo?”
“Yeah?”
“On a scale of one to ten, how much do you want to kiss me again?” she asks.
“Ten,” I tell her.
“Then you should,” she says, but she doesn’t move.
“If I kiss you right now, Caitlyn, I’m not going to want to stop at kissing you,” I warn, already pushing off the wall and stalking towards her.
She told me she didn’t like sex, but the way she’s looking at me right now tells me she very much wants to be fucked.
“Tell me you want that,solnishko.” I take another step closer to her.
“I think I want that,” she says.
“You think or you know? Because I’m not going to touch you if you’re not 100% okay with me touching you.” My hands are itching to explore her body. I’ve wanted nothing more since the minute I saw her coming out of that police station yesterday.
“I want you to touch me,” she says. “I just…”
“What?”
“I’ve never felt this before. Like I want to feel you, Neo. I feel like if you don’t touch me, I’m going to combust. And, at the same time, I’m scared,” she says.
