She swatted my hand away but was still smiling.
“Fine, it’s totally working,” she whispered, grinning now. “I can’t stay mad at someone who wants to woo me. But before you come up with any more tickling ideas, let’s get out of here and start our night in.”
“Let’s go to my place,” I said. We spent a few nights at her apartment because it was closer to the store, but tomorrow was Saturday, and I wanted to have her at my apartment, share all that huge space with her.
“Oooh...you’re wooing me on your own territory now, huh?”
“Hell yes.”
Half an hour later, we arrived home. Thank fuck the ride didn’t take any longer, because I had a hard time keeping my hands to myself. I was done being on my best behavior. I just wanted to lose myself in Tess.
My woman had other thoughts. The second we stepped inside, she giggled, looking around in excitement.
“I demand a tour before I start my own wooing plan,” she declared.
I laughed, taking her hand and kissing it before leading her inside the apartment. It had three bedrooms and a huge open-space living room with a marble kitchen island on one side. The black couch and home theater system were on the opposite side.
The two guest rooms only had a double bed and a dresser inside, both white. The untouched bedsheets were deep blue.
“Very minimalistic and sleek,” Tess said after we left the second guest bedroom.
“Not your style.”
Her own place was full of trinkets, paintings, and colors. Mine looked empty by contrast since I didn’t hang anything on the white walls. I liked my surroundings as empty as possible; it helped me focus, and ever since I moved here, it had been little more than an extension of the brownstone.
“No, but it fits you. The first time I was in your office, I was actually stressed out that you didn’t have any personal items.”
“And now?”
“Now I just think that you’re the most amazing man I’ve met. Sexy as hell too.”
r /> She pinched my ass. I growled at her. She looked so damn sexy in her jeans and red sweater.
“What was that for?”
“I was emphasizing the sexy part,” she said nonchalantly. “Which distracted me. Where was I? Oh, I remember. So you’re not just sexy but also a little mysterious and broody, but that just adds to your charm.”
She leaned into me, adding, “In case you can’t tell, that wooing thing totally won me over. But I was pretty sure I liked you the second you told me you let your grandma beat you at chess.”
I laughed, stopping right in front of her. Before she realized what was going on, I lifted her in my arms, hands under her ass. She clenched her thighs around me, grinning.
“I just have one more room to show you.”
“Oh?” she asked, tapping her chin in mock concentration. I walked us straight to the master bedroom, turning on the lights and holding Tess so she had a direct view of the bed.
“Now that’s what I call a sexy bed.”
It was king-sized with a leather headboard. I lowered Tess on the edge of it. Then I tugged at the hem of her sweater at the same time I leaned in, drawing my mouth down her neck. She swatted my hand half-heartedly.
“I remember saying I want to cook for you.”
“Later,” I said. It came out as a growl.
“But I had a plan—”
“That can wait too. I need you, Tess.”
I moved my mouth up her neck, capturing hers. She surrendered to me immediately, and that just about brought me to my knees. I took my time savoring her, first her lips, then her tongue. I pushed both my hands under her sweater until I reached the hem of her bra. She hummed against my mouth. The reverberations went straight to my cock. I had a raging hard-on. Whenever I was with her, every part of my mind and my body craved her. And when we were apart, I ached to be with her.