She leads the way into the apartment, stepping out of the way to close the door behind me. It’s a decent sized space, with the kitchen on my right, a dining area on my left, and a living room area directly ahead. A couple of lamps light the space, giving it a relaxed vibe. It looks comfortable.
“Drink?” she asks, pointing to the kitchen. “I’ve got beer, wine, whiskey, and soda.”
I hold up the six-pack that I brought with me. “Actually, I stopped and grabbed my favourite on the way.” Her nose scrunches, but I continue before she can say anything. “I’m particular about beer and I’d love to share this one with you. If you even like beer, that is?”
She smirks at me in response, and motions for me to follow her to the fridge. She opens up the door and stands back so I can get a better look.
“What do you think? Do I like beer?” She chuckles a little.
Her fridge has five different brews in it, from a light ale all the way to an imported dark stout.
“Uh, I think maybe you like beer?” I laugh. “I guess I made a good choice then.”
She pulls out two of the bottles I brought and opens them with a bottle opener she has mounted on the wall. Holding one bottle out to me, she takes a long drink from the other. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth a couple of times, tasting the flavours as they dance along her tongue. It’s unintentionally hot and I can’t look away. I’m really invested in her opinion of this beer, like I don’t know what I’ll do if she doesn’t like it. How stupid is that?
“This is nice,” she says, finally opening her eyes and taking another small sip. “I don’t normally like a coffee stout, but in this one the coffee flavour is subtle. Good find.”
“Phew,” I say, pretending to wipe sweat off my brow. “Nailed it.”
She huffed a small laugh, taking her beer to the couch, where she sits smack in the middle.Yes! I won’t have to decide if I should sit close to her or not. She’s made the decision for me.When I sit beside her, she turns to face me, tucking her legs up underneath her and leaning one arm on the back of the couch. The front of her sweater opens wider, one side slipping off her shoulder, leaving her upper chest more exposed. I can see her nipples through what I now know is a tank top, not a t-shirt, and my dick twitches in response. She looks amazing like this. The front of the tank dips low and I can see so much of her chest piece tattoo that I begin to suspect it flows down between her breasts and connects to a sternum tattoo as well.
She has more tattoos than some of the people I know that work in the industry, and I’m dying to ask her why. It’s too soon for that, though. It will have to wait until we know each other better.
“So,” she says, tipping her bottle toward me. “Question time. Can I trust Connor with Alex? I’m not going to need my bat with him, am I?”
I splutter a laugh through a mouthful of beer, narrowly escaping spitting it into her face. “Yeah, you can trust him. He’s so in love with her, I’m betting he’ll propose before the end of the year. They’ll be married before any of the rest of us.”
She flashes a grin at me, her shoulders dropping. “That’s good to hear. He seems like a good guy but I’d be remiss if I didn’t do my best friend duty and check him out and threaten him in some way.”
“Your dedication to your friends is admirable. Everyone needs someone who’s ready to go to bat for them,” I say, tilting my face and looking up at her through raised eyebrows, silently questioning whether she understood my lame joke.
“Oh, I see what you did there,” she teases me and smiles. “‘Go to bat’ with my bat. Good one.”
I chuckle. “Thanks, I couldn’t resist.”
“You want?” Becca asks as she gets up to grab another beer. I nod and watch as she walks away.
God, this girl is gorgeous. She can’t be more than around five foot six or so, but her shorts are so impossibly short that her legs look endless. What was my reason again for not sleeping with her tonight? I can’t quite remember, not when my dick is hard enough to cut glass, and suffocating in my jeans. All while Becca walks around like some previously undiscovered goddess, unknowingly inciting lust in all who see her. And right now, I see her.
Boy, do I ever see her.
I lean forward and place my empty bottle on the coffee table, taking the new one she offers when she gets back.
“Thanks,” I say, taking a drink.
I’m feeling nervous suddenly, and the hard-on I’m sporting isn’t helping matters much. Becca sits beside me again, much closer than the last time, and looks at me with heat in her eyes. She reaches forward with the arm she’s placed on the back of the couch, her fingers curling into my hair, her nails scratching softly on my scalp. I can’t control the guttural moan that escapes my throat.
Becca places her beer onto the coffee table before taking mine and putting it next to hers. We still haven’t discussed the rules for touching and I’m seconds away from sitting on my hands, so I won’t grab her and pull her against me. The need to feel her, to touch her, to consume her, is growing faster than I can control. She let me touch her hair earlier this evening, so I assume that is still safe, and thrust my hands through her dark waves, pulling her lips to mine. She scrambles into my lap, straddling me, returning my kiss, her tongue tangling with mine frantically, like she’ll never get to kiss me again.
Fat chance of that happening. She’s mine. She will be able to kiss me anytime she wants to, forever.
“What are the rules, Becca?” I ask, my lips against her mouth, unable to break away from her kiss completely. “How can I touch you? Tell me what I can do. I need to feel you.”
Becca thrusts her tongue in my mouth before leaning away, dropping her sweater, and ripping her tank over her head, leaving her in her tiny shorts and nothing else. My mouth waters at the sight, imagining how it will feel when I finally get to kiss, lick, and touch her all over her beautiful body.
She puts a hand against my chest as I lean forward, intent on tasting her tight little nipples, and stops me in my place.
“I do the touching,” she says with a smirk. “You can put your hands on my waist, but that’s it. And you can use your mouth on me. But that’s it.” I must look as stunned as I feel when she adds, “Oh, and this is just tonight. I will only spend one night with you.”
