My knuckles rap on the door, twice.
No answer.
Looking back down the driveway, the Uber driver is gone, it’s late and it’s getting darker now. My eyes are hanging from my head because I haven’t slept, and I don’t want to be standing here forever. Knocking again with no answer, I pull out my cell to start ordering another Uber as the door opens. He stands there with no shirt on and jeans that hang so low I can see his perfectly trimmed hair which starts at his belly button and leads in a perfect trail down to his jeans. He doesn’t bother pulling them up as he stands there looking at me, he doesn’t even move. The only way I know he’s alive is the slight motion of his perfect, well-and-truly fucking amazing body breathing in and out. His chest is wet like he’s just stepped out from the shower and I can smell him. He’s even hotter than he was last time I saw him.
How that is even possible? I have no idea.
His dark eyes search mine and it makes me take a step back away from him.
“You want to talk now, do you?”
I nod my head, and he steps aside to let me in. I hear him take a deep breath as I walk past him but neither of us comments as he shuts the door. Looking around, I see how remarkably clean his place is. And open. And very large. Well, compared to mine, a shoebox would be larger. He has a black leather couch situated in front of a television which hangs off the wall. His kitchen is behind the living area with an island bench which has black stools around it. His wooden floors have nothing on them, no rugs. Everything is very minimal. Cold. Stark.
“Are you going to talk, Elicea?” The way he says my name makes me want to throw myself at him. It’s like he screams sex when he says it. Luckily for me he doesn’t say it often and I’m thankful for small graces.
“You’re an asshole.”
He smirks like he knew I was going to say that.
“You only think of yourself, don’t you?”
He nods, no shame in admitting it, I suppose. “If you have to love someone, Elicea, let it be yourself. You’re less likely to be hurt.” His words stun me, but I can hear the truth ringing in them.
“That’s a sad way to look at the world.”
He doesn’t reply, just watches me not moving. “Did you want to fuck, Elicea?”
“Stop saying my name.” Closing my eyes, I breathe, deeply. When I get to ten and open my eyes he’s standing in front of me.
“That’s your name.”
I nod because I can smell him, breathe him in. He’s standing right there. If I lifted my hand it would touch him. “I’m a bad man, Elicea.” He smirks when he says my name.
“How bad—” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. His hand reaches up and touches my hip. Before he squeezes, I remember why I’m here and step back. His hand drops back to his side as he leans back on his counter, his abs showcasing every ridge and valley and it’s hard not to step forward to touch him.
“You wanted to make me one of your girls?” I regain my nerve, gaping at him. He pushes off the counter and walks around to the cupboard, pulling two wine glasses out and starts pouring.
“I did. It was business, not personal.”
“So that’s how you see things? Business not personal?” I ask him, confused. He lifts a glass up offering it to me. I shake my head and he places it on the edge of the bench, before bringing his own to his lips.
“No, usually it’s all business. I said that to appease you. Obviously, it upsets you.”
I scoff at him, stepping forward and reaching for the glass of wine, drinking it in one hit.
“Maybe we should keep it all business then. No more touching. No more lips. Keep those to yourself,” I snap at him.
He places his glass down and walks around to me. “After tonight?”
“What about tonight?” I ask, and before I can think of what he’s meaning, his hands are lifting me up as he slams his lips onto mine. He tastes like sweet grapes and mint. All at once, my head becomes foggy and I can’t pull away as his hands squeeze my ass while his mouth works wonders with how he kisses. It shouldn’t be legal.
He starts walking with me and drops me so my back goes on his leather couch. I can feel it below me before his hands start to work his magic removing all my clothes fast. His jeans are dropped and in one swift quick movement, he’s in me. My back arches and a scream so loud leaves my lips—I wasn’t ready for him. Will I ever be? His hand touches my clit and then he starts moving, all the while his lips stay on mine. Pushing him away so I can breathe, I try to stop the onslaught of his lips. They fuck me up every time.