Until Autumn

I press into her and a moan instantly slips from between her lips.

God, I’ve been fucking dying to get her like this. To feel her in my arms, to taste her skin on my tongue, to make her scream my name, but while having all of those things would be the fucking world, she deserves more.

I pull back while keeping her pinned to the wall. We both pant, catching our breath as I meet her eyes. “I’m sorry,” I tell her, spying that perfect, sensitive skin beneath her ear and wishing that I could roam my lips over them, making her need me just as I’m needing her. “This isn’t why I came here. I don’t want you to get the wrong impression. You mean so much more than just some random booty call.”

She nods, completely agreeing with me. “Let me make it up to you. What do you say we try this again tomorrow night? You can come by my place and I’ll cook for you.”

“You cook?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I’m not some fancy chef with recipes coming out of my ass, but I do alright for myself.”

“Alright then,” she says, dropping her legs from around my waist and smiling up at me with her big, beautiful eyes. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date,” I confirm, stepping into her and curling my hand around the back of her neck. I dip my face to hers and watch as she sucks in a deep breath before biting down on her lip. I press my lips to her cheek, right beside her lips. “Go to bed. We have three deliveries tomorrow.”

Her eyes light up like Christmas morning and I physically have to pull myself away from her to avoid crushing my lips back to hers. “Good night, Autumn,” I say, stepping away.

She watches me, her eyes sparkling with excitement, joy, and desire. “Night, Dr. Mayson,” she says, somehow making my name sound like a siren’s call.

I start walking back toward the elevator at the end of the hallway when her voice is whispered through the darkened hallway. “Thorne,” she says, her voice so soft that I can hardly hear it. I turn around, watching her from the opposite end of the hallway as she hovers in her doorway, the flimsy material of her tank falling off her petite shoulder. “Would you like to come in?” she murmurs, her tone shy and filled with nerves. “It’d be a shame not to end our date properly.”

I focus on her, taking in the desire pouring out of her eyes. I know I should go. I need to take this slow and let her get used to the idea that she’s going to be my forever, not that I’ve exactly told her that yet, but she’ll quickly figure it out. I don’t want to frighten her, but at the same time, I couldn’t resist an invitation like that.

I stride back toward her and the closer I get, the clearer she sees my determination. A wicked grin stretches across her face, and as I reach her, she raises her arms, more than prepared for me to scoop her up and carry her away like some kind of caveman.

Her legs instantly wrap around my waist as my lips fuse to hers. I carry her into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind me as my cock uncomfortably hardens in my pants. Figuring out my way around her apartment in the dark seems like way too much effort so I take her straight to her living room, intent to give her everything she needs right here on the fucking carpet.

Desperation pulses between us and just when I’m about to lay her down on the couch and go crashing down with her, she unwinds her legs from my waist and puts herself on the floor. Her hands slide down from behind my neck before her fingers find the top button of my dress shirt.

Autumn’s eyes remain on mine as she makes her way down the shirt, undoing button after button until she’s at the bottom. She grabs the material and pulls it free from my pants before sliding her hand inside and spreading her fingers over my chest.

My eyes roll, the feel of her skin on mine nothing short of intoxicating. Her hands roam up to my shoulders, the material going with her movements until the shirt falls off my arms and drops to the ground.

Her eyes fall to my body.

Autumn bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes showing that she more than likes what she sees. Her hands come back to my chest and I stand still, allowing her the chance to explore. Her fingers dig into my muscles and the more she touches me, the more the desire grows in her eyes.

My hand tightens on her waist and the subtle movement has her gaze sweeping back up to mine. I pull her back in and slowly curl my fingers around the hem of her tank, giving her a chance to stop me if this is going too fast, but when she doesn’t, I raise the material up her toned body, dragging my fingers over her skin in the process, leaving goosebumps in their wake.