Our Way

“I suppose you can have a trial.”

“A trial?” he asks in surprise. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“I mean, if I’m offering a booty-call position, you can try out for it. No promises, though.”

“You’re wrong. There is one promise.” He steps forward, and he drops his lips to my ear. His breath dusts my skin. Goosebumps scatter up my back at his close proximity. His hand drops to my waist, and he squeezes me hard. “I promise to fuck you so damn good, baby, you won’t be walking for a week.”

Play it cool.

“We’ll see,” I reply.

“We going?” he asks.

I nod. “I suppose.”

He grabs my behind and pulls my body hard up against his. “Go and tell your friends that you have to go because you have a cock to ride.”

I giggle. “Who said romance is dead?”

“This is a booty-call, Eliza. Romance has nothing to do with it.”

“You like saying those words, don’t you? You said it ten times already.”

“Booty-call,” he mouths with a smirk, and I smile up at him.

It does sound kind of good.

He bends and his lips take mine. There’s a little tongue and a little suction, and a big flood of arousal between my legs. He turns me away from him and slaps me on the behind. “Hurry the fuck up.”

I close my eyes as I put the key into my front door with nerves flooding my system.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched.

Since I’ve touched him.

Nathan stands close—so close that I can feel the heat from his body radiating through mine. He pulls my hair to one side and kisses my neck with an open mouth. He grazes his teeth on my earlobe and I close my eyes. He bites me again and again, and my nipples harden. He splays his hand over my stomach and pulls me back onto his erection. Teeth sink into my neck, and my eyes flutter with arousal.

Oh hell.

I feel a dull ache between my legs. He feels big… good.

As hard as a fucking rock.

I feel his lips move to my ear as I stand facing the door. His breath quivers on the inhale, as if he’s barely hanging onto control.

“Open the door, Eliza,” he whispers.

I turn the key, and he pushes me forward and kicks the door shut with his foot.

His eyes dart around my tiny studio apartment, and then come back to rest on me.

Thump, thump, thump goes my heart.

He seems different, more intense, more aroused. Just more.

He sits on the end of the bed and leans back on his outstretched hands. “Take your clothes off. Now.”

Jeez.