Guy Hater (Fisher Brothers 2)

We stepped into a hallway lined with doors, and I followed Frank as he led the way. He took a sharp right before stopping at number 1235. He unlocked the door and held it open for me, waving me inside. Stunned, I walked into one of the nicest apartments I’d ever seen. The space was huge and open, with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in a lot of light, even at night.

I made my way straight over to the living room window and noticed an oversized balcony. “Frank, this place is amazing.”

“I know. I fell in love with it the second I stepped inside.”

“I can see why. Is it yours?”

“I rent it. I could have bought one, but I wasn’t ready. And I wasn’t sure how I’d feel living in this kind of setup long term.” He stepped next to me as I absorbed the amazing view. “I’ve never lived in a high-rise building before, and I always saw myself living in a house with a yard. So I figured that this was temporary until the time was right.”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head, unconvinced. “Is there a gym?”

“Downstairs. A gym, pool, hot tub, sauna, gift shop, tennis courts, racquetball, and a country mart.” He listed off the amenities like a hotel concierge.

“Uh, yeah. I’d never move. You’re crazy. Who wants to take care of a yard when you could have all of this taken care of for you?” I turned away and looked back out the giant window. “This view, Frank,” I practically purred as I looked at the marina down below and the boats bobbing in the water. It was spectacular and so peaceful.

His lips pressed against my exposed shoulder, and I sucked in a breath at his unexpected touch. He kissed me again before moving to my neck. I reached behind me, finding his head and weaving my fingers through his hair as I pulled at him. His mouth roamed over my exposed neck and shoulder, sucking and licking until I couldn’t take any more.

I turned, grabbing his face and crushing my mouth against his, tasting the salt from my skin on his tongue. His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing and kneading as he whispered my name, only fueling the fire inside me. I wanted his body on mine. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to connect with him in the most primal way possible.

“Up,” he demanded, pulling at me until I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

My back crashed against a wall as he ground his hardness against me, kissing me until I was breathless. I couldn’t get enough of him—my tongue pressed against his, our mouths moving in perfect sync as heat built within us.

“I want you,” he whispered into my mouth, and I couldn’t help but smile against his lips.

“What are you waiting for?”

He pulled back to look deep in my eyes. “You’re sure?” His chest rose and fell and I stared at it, mesmerized by the man before me.

“I’m sure,” I whispered back, and he pulled us away from the wall and carried me into his bedroom.

It was only once we were in his room that I remembered he used to share this space with someone else. Would I be having sex on the same bed where they used to sleep and do whatever they used to do?

He laid me on top of the down comforter and moved over me. Instead of arching into his touch, I hesitated, my body tensing.

“What’s wrong?” Frank asked immediately, sensing the change.

“I just—” I wasn’t sure how to say it. “The bed? Is it . . .”

“It’s new. Brand new. I swear.”

“You bought a new bed?” I leaned up, taking his face in my hands so I could look him in the eye.

When he nodded, I couldn’t believe how damn lucky I was. Frank was considerate and thoughtful, always one step ahead of me.

“Thank you,” I said before lying back down, my hands working to unbutton his shirt.

“You’re welcome.” His eyes feasted on me, taking me in as I pulled the shirt from him and tossed it to the floor.

“Are you okay?” I asked, and he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t worry. If you’re bad at it, I can always take back my whole forgiving you.”

“Don’t worry,” he said with a low chuckle. “I’m not bad at it.”

And he wasn’t. Lord, how he wasn’t. If there was a book on how to make love to every single inch of a woman’s body, I would have bet money that Frank had written it.

He kissed me from head to toe, literally, telling me over and over how beautiful and perfect I was. I had never felt more attractive naked than I did when Frank touched me, drinking me in with his gaze. A fire burned in his eyes when he looked at me, and that fire was for me. Nothing ignited me more than seeing the passion he had for me, for us.

He made love to me like he couldn’t get enough, like he’d never get enough. His body worked mine thoroughly the first time, so slow and sweet. But the next time was harder and rougher, more demanding, and so was the next. The man filled me in every way possible, and I loved it. I’d had no idea how much I could love having a man inside me as much as I loved having Frank there.