I’m about to type back when I hear the snap of the letterbox from the sitting room. It’s way past the time when anyone should be delivering anything. A surge of nerves hit me. What if the other guy is back with a new note?
I frown, before going through to check.
Dark fabric lies on the floor, folded roughly. Opening it up, I note it’s a black T-shirt, the kind Heart Eyes wore below his hoodie from the glimpse I saw.
Recklessly, I press it to my face and inhale, the fabric still warm from his body. It smells like deodorant and salt. And a little bit of him, the same scent when he pressed me against the books earlier. I should cuss him out for still being out there, especially with Ellie asleep across the flat. What if she heard? How would I explain getting late-night deliveries of warm clothes through the letterbox?
I hope that was from you.
A knock on the window stops me dead. I pull back a curtain, and there he is. Hoodie, unfortunately, was zipped up and covering the gap where his T-shirt was.Shame.
Those painted hearts stare right at me. Filling my window frame with nothing but him. I close my bedroom door and face him. Excitement twists throughme. He’ssoclose. Just the glass between us, the dark of the alley behind him, and those eyes.
My phone beeps in my hand.
Put it on. Now.
I look at him and hold up the T-shirt. There’s a game here that I’ve been waiting a long time for someone to play with me. Something that has me thrumming with desire. Despite my better judgment.
I reach for the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. His eyes widen at the sight of me naked, and I thrive on the heat simmering there. The absolute possession in his gaze.
I fucking love it, and need more.
But first, I want to tease him. I want him desperate to the point he wants to break through the window just for another taste.
Hell, if I push him far enough, maybe he’ll take off his mask.
It falls to mid-thigh, huge on my shorter frame. Being in his shirt feels electric, the hairs on my arms standing up as I pose for him. I feelclaimed.
Put the other one through the door.
I walk back to the letterbox and feed it through,listening to him on the other side of the door. The next text comes through as I return to my room, closing the door behind me and kneeling on the bed facing the window.
You look beautiful.
No mincing of his words. I smile at him through the glass, toying with the hem of his shirt, raising it up my thighs.
God damn, Kat.
Laughter comes easily, given how delighted I am with myself. I raise one side up higher, feeling the hem grazing my pussy. His eyes narrow, and he places a gloved hand on the window for a moment before he lifts his phone and types again.
I’ve never been so hard.
His admission makes my stomach do a little flip.
Show me.
A pause. I bite my lip, wondering if I’ve pushed too far. With his past… Then I remind myself that he one hundred percent started this. The stalking. The kiss. The T-shirt. All of it. And he’s big enough to tell me no if he doesn’t want this. He can leave any time.
If you can demand I wear your shirt, I can demand you give me something to dream about.
He looks up at me, his eyes glittering darkly.
I will if you will.
Too damned right I will. Shifting a little closer to the window, I sit down on the bed with my knees together. I agree with a nod, before spreading my thighs wide.
Fuck me, I’ve never felt hunger through a window before. He tucks his phone away in a pocket, then loosens his belt. That alone has me near flood level, and that’s before he pulls out his cock. Boy, he wasn’t lying.
