Her words gave him pause. He asked her to confirm that she was his, but the way she said it made him think of permanent. He needed to scrub that thought. No way was he ready for that. He might be in his thirties, but he sure as hell didn’t want to be caught by any woman, including the hot, little blonde in front of him.
If she wasn’t careful he’d take her where she stood.
Wrapping his fingers with hers, Eric started pulling her out of the alley. “You have everything, right?” he belatedly thought to ask.
Sylvia looked at him blankly. “What?”
“You have your purse, but did you get all your things before you left the club?”
“Oh,” she giggled. “Yeah, I do.”
“Good.”
Done with words, he quickly helped Sylvia into the cab of his truck and ran around to climb in.
He quickly shot Zane a text to let him know he’d left, and, with a glance at Sylvia, he pulled out of the parking lot.
He had no idea as to what Sylvia was thinking about as she sat quietly beside him, her fingers fidgeting. She was nervous though.
Reaching out, he covered her hands, and offered her a reassuring smile. “I don’t bite.” He smiled. “Unless you ask me to.”
She chuckled, and seemed to relax for the rest of the short drive to his apartment, but as he pulled into a parking space, he wondered if he’d lost his mind.
He never let his body rule his head, but with Sylvia he’d thrown everything out the window just to have her naked in his arms. He needed to be buried so deeply inside her that he couldn’t think. He wanted to lose himself in her curves. He wanted to get her out of his head, and fucking her good was the only way he could think of doing that. But as she gazed at him while he helped her from the truck, he started having second thoughts. From the stolen kisses and the way her skin felt under his, he wasn’t sure if he’d be capable of walking away from her once he’d tasted her.
“You sure?” Eric asked at the door to his building.
The smile she directed at him was all he needed to get them to the elevator, and inside before his patience snapped.
Her purse hit the floor as Eric hauled her up into his arms. Her back hit the wall of the moving elevator as his mouth descended.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. He wanted her badly enough that he didn’t think gentle was something he could do with her, at least not while his body felt ready to detonate.
Sylvia’s hands held his head in place as she ate at his mouth with the same enthusiasm he returned.
His hands held her ass, which he used to his advantage, and rubbed her against his rock-hard cock. She wore jeans, and he’d never been so tempted to rip clothes to get to the goods as he was now. He’d ripped a few pairs of panties in his time, no one got to his age without, but fuck, he was going to come in his jeans if the elevator didn’t deliver them to his floor.
Moving his mouth down Sylvia’s jaw and neck, he tried to inhale, and catch his breath before he took her on the floor of the elevator. She wasn’t having any of it and grabbed his head, lifted him back to her and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Before his brain could register her next move, she slipped a hand between them and made quick work of his jeans. He captured her hot sigh with his mouth when his cock sprung into her hand.
He broke from the kiss and growled at the feel of her small hand as she palmed him, and then the whoosh of the doors broke into his pleasure.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill?” he growled. He’d never fucked without protection but he didn’t want anything between him and the hot little firecracker in his arms. He’d think about that when his cock wasn’t hard as granite.
“Yes, I am.” She bit his ear. “You’re clean, right?”
If only she knew how clean. “God, yeah.”
Sylvia wasn’t for slowing down, so he made sure she was firmly in his hands. Her legs wrapped around him, his dick, long and thick, squished between them, as he made his way down the corridor to his apartment.
Chapter Four
Sylvia’s core was on fire with need for the man she was wrapped around. He set her alight with just a heated look, and she’d craved him since the night in Kenza.
They stumbled into his apartment, and as soon as the door slammed shut behind them, Sylvia wiggled free and dropped to the floor on her knees. Her smile of delight at Eric’s curse and growl lit her face, but her chuckle at his reaction when she sucked the flared head into her wet mouth caused his legs to tremble against her.
His cock dripped with excitement, which she licked up, as her hand tried to wrap around his girth. He was thick, and the long shaft nearly reached his navel, far too big for her small hand. She felt his legs quiver as she stroked him from balls to tip. Her finger swirled around the bulging top and collected his essence on its tip.