“Yes, now. I think I’ve been hard all day, thinking about you and those panties.” His hand slid down to the hem of her dress and up underneath, cupping her ass.
She rose on her toes, wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and kissed him, more than ready to take it to the next level and make use of the condom he’d handed her.
Maurice plundered her mouth, sweeping her tongue with his in a long, slow caress that left her knees weak and her breathing labored.
He scooped her legs from under her and started for the bedroom.
Before he reached the door, Amelie’s phone pinged.
“That’s the sound the surveillance system makes when it detects motion,” she said.
“To check it or not to check it,” Maurice murmured. “I don’t like the question.”
A knock sounded on the door of Amelie’s apartment.
Maurice froze. “Expecting anyone?”
“God, I hope not.” Amelie frowned. “Oh, wait. Luis said he was coming today.”
Maurice closed his eyes for a moment.
The knock sounded again.
With a sigh, he set her on her feet. “I’ll get it.”
Amelie tugged at the hem of her dress and adjusted the straps.
Maurice opened the door.
Luis stood there with a backpack looped over his shoulder. He frowned. “Maurice, hey. I was looking for Amelie.”
Amelie stepped forward. “I’m here, Luis.”
Luis’s brow dipped as he stared at Maurice blocking the door.
Amelie came to stand beside Maurice. “I’m glad you made it. Come in.”
Maurice and Amelie stepped back.
Luis entered, eyeing Maurice. “Did I come at a bad time?”
Amelie hid a smile. “No, not at all.”
“I didn’t call ahead for a hotel or anything since you said I could stay with you.” He glanced around the small apartment. “Maybe I should.”
“If you don’t mind sleeping on the couch, you can stay here,” Amelie offered.
Standing behind Luis, Maurice shook his head vehemently.
“I can manage a couch. I got an apartment in New Orleans, but it comes unfurnished. I’ll have to work on finding inexpensive furnishings to get me by. Until then, I’ll be sleeping on the floor. A couch sounds nice.”
Maurice passed Luis on his way to the refrigerator. “How long do you plan on staying here?”
“No more than two nights. I really need to get set up before I start work. I’m not sure how much free time I’ll have after that.”
“I can ask around and see if anyone has extra furniture they want to donate to your cause.” Amelie almost laughed at the scowl on Maurice’s face as he snagged a beer from the refrigerator. “Make yourself at home. Are you hungry?”
“I could eat a bite,” Luis said. “I spent the day getting all my utilities set up. I didn’t stop for lunch.”
