“C’mon, I’ll walk you in,” Sadie said, her words breathy, breaking the tether in time holding them there.
She was already halfway out the driver’s side. “You’re such a gentleman,” he muttered.
“I so am,” Sadie said.
Neither of them said anything else on the walk to the stairwell that led to his front door.
Sadie kept pace with him, locked tight in her own mind.
“Do you want to come in?” He slipped his key in the lock and turned it.
“I shouldn’t.” She crossed her arms over her breasts, an internal war playing across her expression.
If she came in, it had to be because she wanted to and not because he encouraged her to.
“Can I call you tomorrow?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He pushed open the door. “Will you answer when I call you tomorrow?”
“Maybe.”
He chuckled. “I’ve missed you,nohchnaya babachka.”
“Maybe you should stop calling me a prostitute.” Sadie headed straight into his apartment like she’d been there before. He’d definitely remember if she’d been there before.
His sister and mother had taken over his apartment after he signed the lease. They’d painted the walls gray and bought a kickass blue sofa with red pillows that didn’t make sense to him. But they were comfortable, so he dealt with it.
Sadie walked into the kitchen and searched his cupboards. What was she looking for? He had no idea. He dropped to the sofa in the living room, sprawling out and keeping his eyes on her.
“Glasses?” she finally asked.
“Right of the sink.”
“Seriously?” she asked.
Um. “Yeah.”
“Glasses go to the left of the sink. Unless you’re left-handed, then they could go on the right. But that wouldn’t make sense, because then you’d have to move the plates to the bottom cabinets, and everyone knows plates go on top.”
She’d lost him in the mess of her argument somewhere around plates and bottom cabinets.
With two full glasses of water, she walked to him, handed him one, and sat beside him on the sofa.
He held his glass, waiting to see what she was going to do. This was her show. He’d let her call the shots.
She took a sip of water and placed her glass on the wooden coffee table. He should find coasters and set them out. Sadie seemed like a woman who appreciated coasters.
She was also a woman who was presently running her hands along his pecs and up and over his shoulders. He set his water glass next to hers and turned toward her.
“You want this?” he asked, gripping her waist and carefully pulling her to him.
She nodded. “I do.”
“Whatever you want, it’s yours.” He kissed her temple and trailed more kisses along her jawline.
She arched into him and fused her mouth with his, taking their make-out session from tender to intense in less than four seconds.
