How shitty of me. She deserved more than that, butfuck.The sounds she’d made, the way her body trembled against mine. Her tiny perky nipples straining against her shirt. The heat ofher skin under my hand. Her mouth… god, she tasted like how she made me feel—alive, warm, happy.
My cock stiffened even after I’d already taken care of myself in a long shower. I’d barely gotten started with her, and she’d come alive with me. Hearing her come, making her feel good… I wanted it more than playing in the NHL right now.
But fuck, the person who opened the door. I knew it had rattled her, and yeah, Charlie would be pissed as hell, but that was on me. I’d taken it a step further. She’d kissed me, but I was the one who attacked her face.
It was just after one am, and I hated how I’d taken off like a hormonal teenager. I turned over to my side and debated texting her. She could be asleep already.
Fuck it.
Cal: are we good?
Elle: go to sleep
Cal: that wasn’t an answer
Elle: I don’t know
Fuck. My body sank into the bed with a heavy sadness. Had I ruined everything? She’d kissed me, so she was attracted to me at least, but I didn’t have to go so hard right after.
Cal: I’m sorry
Elle: I can’t handle another rejection from you. Don’t say you regret it, please
Cal: Are you fucking kidding me?
My pulse sped up at her insinuation. What was the opposite of regret? Replaying the kiss in my head a million times? Of course I didn’t regret it. I regretted the timing of the door opening and the location of the bar but not once touching her.
A few minutes went by without an answer. Worry wedged its way into my shoulder blades, and I hopped out of bed. I wore shorts, which was enough, and I marched downstairs andknocked on her door, hard. There wasn’t a world in which I could relax until I got the truth out of her.
“Whatare you doing?” she asked, opening the door and glaring at me. “It’s the middle of the night.”
She wore a tight black tank top and equally tight black shorts. Her hair was down, her mouth parted. Her flushed cheeks and collarbone and long lashes and perfect pink lips…My god, I almost fell forward from how she knocked me off-balance. My hands fucking shook with anticipation, nerves, and desperation.
“You think Iregretkissing you?” My voice took on a dangerous tone.
She gulped. “I don’t know. You stormed upstairs.”
“Because I want to devour you.” I barked out a laugh. “You think I regret it? God, I’ve done nothing but dream about you, your mouth, how you taste. I had to take a breather, Elle.”
Her chest heaved, and her eyes got heavy. “Why didn’t you say that?”
“Because this feeling was new for me, and I didn’t know how to handle it.”
“Then what did you do?”
“You really want the answer to that question?”
She panted at this point, her face flushed and her lips wet from her tongue. The same heat I felt in my core reflected in her eyes, and I leaned on the doorframe, crossing my arms and waiting for her to make the decision we both wanted. She struggled, but only for a few seconds.
She tucked her pointer finger under the edge of my shirt and pulled me into her place. I opened my mouth, but she moved that same finger, putting it over my mouth. “No talking.”
God, her bossing me around was fucking hot. “Yes, ma’am.”
She turned, fast, and walked away. I followed like the dog I was. Her shortskilledme. They were so tight and showed eachglobe of her ass perfectly. I wanted to bury my face in there with her legs wrapped around me. God, she was perfect.
I trailed her into her room, fighting the urge to study everything on her walls. That could come later. Right now, I needed to learn every part of her body. She shut the door, locked it, and stared at me. She looked wild, feral even with her wide eyes and the pulse racing at the base of her neck.
“I want to do everything all at once with you. It’s… overwhelming.”
