I don’t push it away because it feels nice.
When we arrive at my apartment, reality hits me. It’s over.
This day. This night, this dinner…
Neither of us moves. We sit in his car, the radio humming softly and the tension can be felt like a heavy rock.
I’m just about ready to open my door when he speaks.
“Can I walk you to your door?”
My hand rests on the handle. I don’t push. My heart rises into my throat, because it’s the way he asks.
Like he’safraidI’ll say no. I think about his words. Submission is not surrender.
But fuck, it feels like it is.
I feel like I am surrendering a part of myself to Sloane Pierce and he doesn’t even know it.
“Yes," I say. “I think that would be nice.”
He gets out of his car, but he doesn’t rush. When he opens my door he holds out his hand.
I take it, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine. He pulls me up and I stumble into his space, my cheeks heating from the embarrassment of my blunder.
He catches me with ease, his icy blue eyes flitting to my mouth once more.
“Sorry,” I say, clearing my throat. “My foot got stuck.”
It’s a lame excuse and we both know it. My gaze drifts to his mouth, and I realize his hand is still on my hip. He hasn’t let go.
“Damn feet," he says, letting out a low breath.
He pulls me close, and I gasp as he gently shuts the door.
We stand there, me against him. Chest to chest. Hip to hip.
My cock stiffens, and I feel another scarlet flush, knowing he had to have felt that.
I’m equal parts terrified and aroused by the thought.
“Lead the way,” he says, his voice barely a whisper. I feel the heat of his breath on my skin like a fire. “I don’t have all night," he adds, his voice tinged with sorrow.
“Right,” I breathe. “Of course.”
I lead us up the sidewalk, terrified of what will happen. Terrified that Robbie will somehow be there, waiting for me.
Waiting to remind me who Ibelongto.
When we get to my door, I stop, stand up straight and look Sloane in the eye.
“Thank you," I say carefully. “For breakfast, and dinner, and—”
“Fuck it,” Sloane breathes as he grabs me by the hips and slams me against the door, his mouth finding mine like a guided missile. My entire body reacts, turning to molten lava as I crumble in his grasp.
I open my mouth without hesitation, my hands going straight for his neck, his hair. I fist my fingers in it, gripping as hard as I can. Sloane groans as one hand holds me by my waist, the other finding its way around my throat.
And then I feel him. Or more aptly, his dick. Hard against me.
