After I gave her requirement number three, I wished I could take it back. The disappointment in her eyes when I told her that no, we would not be having sex, still keeps me up at night. But I don’t fuck just to fuck. That was my dad’s way of life and I’ll be damned if it’s mine.
“Nice mug, Addison.”
She turns it in her hands inspecting every letter on the white ceramic. “Hmm, I’d forgotten which mug I’d grabbed today. Yes, it is an exceptionally fantastic mug.” She takes another sip, sighing deeply and closing her eyes in deep relaxation.
And I’m fucking hard. Again.
“Big plans today?” I recover quickly and continue to stare at her sexy state of relaxation.
“Not really. I had a few nasty divorces to settle this week so I’m going to hang out on my couch and just chill.”
When she talks about work, I get a nasty taste in my mouth. I was able to stop Thomas and his attempt at posting Emily’s face all over the television on that Wednesday Child episode. My attorneys fighting that there are enough people interested in adopting her, she doesn’t need the unwanted attention. It was a small win in my favor, but didn’t earn me any points in getting Thomas to relax his refusal to see me as someone fit to be in her life.
A new book sits in front of her. Shit, it’s like the fourth different dirty romance she’s read since I moved in. How fast does she read this smut? Quickly reaching over our balcony, I grab it and do the unforgivable. I start reading it—out loud.
“I had him in my mouth, all of his thick length reaching to the back of my throat. I wanted him deeper, I wanted to swallow him whole. His hands were grabbing my hair, pulling it tight. I was going to come from the pleasure I was giving him. I loved this and couldn’t wait for him to explode in my mouth.”
I look up from the pages and all I see is rage, thick, heated and throwing daggers in my direction. Her eyes are blazing and I’m slightly afraid for what’s coming next.
“Give. Me. That. Book.” Her words are slow, the tone of her voice low and in all honesty scary as hell. I hold it high above my head and turn the page.
Addison jumps the railing and tries to grab the book out of my hand, causing us both to fall to the floor. I’m on my back, the hard concrete digging into me, as she climbs on top of my chest and grabs the novel out of my hands. Reaching for her, I pull her back on top of me before she can make a mad get away. I’m laughing hard and she’s struggling to free herself from my iron grip.
No way am I letting her escape after just reading that. It’s physically impossible for a woman to take a man that far back in her throat without gagging and I’d never met a woman who enjoyed giving a blow-job, let alone get off from one.
“Seriously, Addison, we need to discuss the mechanics of sex.”
She’s pinching my arms trying to get out of my embrace.
“I’d be happy to show you a few things, you know, give you a pointer or two.”
“Ouch!” I instantly release her and she jumps to her feet. “I can’t believe you just bit me.”
“Suck it, Offside!” Huffing she stands up straight and storms off, book in hand, as she goes back to her place.
Getting off the hard concrete floor, I check to see if Addison has drawn blood with her teeth. Rubbing at my chest, completely missing the bite mark and roaming over where my heart is frantically beating, I tell myself the erratic pulse is from being hustled to the ground by a pixie-sized peacock. But that is a weak excuse for the real reason she sets my heart on fire, and I know, my resolve is waning. If I don’t make a move soon, we both may combust.
I have to get out of here, meet Reed at the track and go see Emily, but I want to make sure I didn’t piss my favorite dirty bird off too much. Throwing on my shirt and pulling my beanie down over my ears, I open my front door to head over and apologize. Addison is standing there, her hand up and ready to knock. Leaning against my doorframe, I cross my arms over my chest, very curious as to why she‘s here.
She steps from foot to foot, crosses and uncrosses her arms and finally meets my eyes. “I’m sorry I bit you.”
“I’m not.”
Her eyes meet mine, confused.
Stepping out of my doorway and bending down so we are face to face, I very quietly tell her. “You can bite me anytime you feel like it, Addison.”
Blinking at me, she stands still for a few seconds before she slightly nods. Turning back down the hall, I stop her. “I have to go run an errand.”
Looking at me over her shoulder, she eyes me curiously.
“But I’ll be home later.”
He’ll be home later? I turn ready to level some snide remark in his direction. The sexual tension is too much. I still haven’t tackled requirement number three and it’s all Damian’s fault. I think about him morning, noon and night, his bare chest and stellar abs the first sight I see every morning. But, there’s something up, some reason he hasn’t pushed us further than friends, and I’m going to find out what it is.
He steps outside and in three strides, he’s standing in front of me, his eyes intense and focused directly on mine. My breath comes slow and precise as he lifts a hand to my face, brushing a strand of hair to the side, his thumb sliding along my skin as he moves. My breath catches on an inhale, my lips slightly parting as his hand roams through my hair, his palm cupping the back of my head and he lowers his face to mine, never breaking eye contact. “Addison,” he whispers, right before he kisses me, his firm lips moving against mine, his tongue slipping inside and his hands cascading down my back, holding me tight.
I’m startled at first, surprised that after a month of teasing, he’s finally made a move, and . . . I’m lost, completely immersed in a kiss that feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. His warm mouth takes total control, his tongue sensually dancing with mine, and a desperate groan releases from the back of his throat. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I exhale, moaning, and he grips me stronger, lifting me off the floor, and melding our bodies together.
I’ve kissed a lot of men, but nothing has ever felt like this, like I’m floating, weightless in a world that has tied me down for so long, I finally feel like I’m free.
I’m about to wrap my legs around his hips, suggest we move this inside when he gently places me back on the ground, my feet slowly connecting with the concrete, his hands moving to cup my face as he slows the kiss and slightly pulls away, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip as he goes. His breathing is jagged, his chest moving slowly in and out against my own. “Addison, that was . . .” his forehead meets mine, his eyes shine with desire and longing. “That was something we definitely need to do more often. I’ll be home in an hour. Don’t go anywhere.” He kisses me gently on my lips, my nose and finally my forehead. “And we can start this all over again.”
“You’re leaving me?” My body is heated beyond anything I’ve ever felt before; a slow ache has begun between my legs. I don’t want to wait an hour. I don’t want him to leave.
He kisses me again, lip on lip, his hands cupping my ass. “I promise, it will be worth the wait. Go inside, Green Eyes¸ I’ll come get you as soon as I’m home.”
Irritated I storm inside and slam the door behind me. I’m tired of men leaving me, getting me worked up, getting my heart racing and body wound tight only to say goodbye. What could be so important that he couldn’t wait until tomorrow . . . or even later today?
My phone dings a text and I look at the screen.
Damian: Don’t pout. My errand is really that important. I promise, I won’t be long.
What, can he read minds now too? I’m antsy, wondering how I’m going to keep busy for the next hour, anxiously awaiting his return. And even then…what? Are we going to just jump into bed, finally put to rest the sexual tension that stretches like a tightrope between our bodies?