“Come in!” Presley shouts through the door, and I let myself into her apartment.
“Where are you?”
“In my room. Come on back. Second door on the right from the kitchen.”
I follow the sound of her voice and the slamming of drawers to find her. When I get to her doorway, I stop dead and take time to appreciate the sight in front of me. She’s wearing another pair of tight leggings with a form-fitting tank top, this time in bright blue. She shoves her arms through a t-shirt and turns to me, red-faced.
“I’m so late! Kickboxing ran over, and I got stuck talking to my instructor. There’s no time to even shower. It’s gross!”
Nothing about her is gross.
“Babe, come here.”
She ignores me and
pulls her hair high on her head, tying it in a sloppy bun. “Give me another sec and we can go.” She disappears into her bathroom, and I lean against the doorframe, waiting.
“Babe, come here,” I repeat.
She reappears and rushes toward me, leaning in quickly to brush her lips across my cheek, then darts out of the room.
That shit isn’t going to work, ever.
I’m quick on her heels and catch her around the waist when we hit her kitchen. She squeals as I turn her into me and bend down, forcing her legs around my waist.
“What are you doing?”
“Saying hello.”
I lean in to kiss her and back us up to the wall. The feeling of her flush against the flimsy material of my shorts instantly makes me hard as I devour her mouth. There’s no protest as she meets me thrust for thrust, gripping the back of my neck to pull me deeper.
Like all the other times, this isn’t just a kiss. I’m trying to tell her how much I’ve missed her the last few days. Fire ignites, and I force myself to slow down and stroke my tongue with hers, savoring her taste.
Kissing has never been my thing. If I’m honest with myself, I’ve only truly enjoyed kissing one other woman in my life. But nothing compares to feeling Presley’s warm lips against mine and the electricity that zings when my tongue first touches hers.
Four days ago, my stance on kissing changed completely. Now, I crave to have her in my arms and connected to me.
Too soon, she withdraws and pants, laying her forehead against mine. Our eyes meet, and pride surges at the look of lust on her face.
“I’ve been thinking about that since I forced myself out your door on Sunday night.”
“Me too.”
“So let’s make a deal. Whenever we see each other, I always get a kiss. Especially if it’s been three days.”
“I like that deal.”
“Now, are you ready to go?”
“Yes,” she rasps in the sexy way that makes my cock twitch against her. Her eyes grow wide, and she leans back into me, kissing me gently.
“You have to stop.” I grip her waist and poke my hips into hers. “Look what you’re doing to me.”
“Umm…” She brushes her lips across my cheek until she reaches my ear. “I’m liking where this deal of yours leads to.”
I groan and force myself to put her down, stepping back and running my hand through my hair.
She takes my hand and tugs me behind her, leading us out of the apartment without a word.