float through the apartment, and I smile.
Placing the bottle on the coffee table, I make my way over to her. Once I hand her the glass, I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone to start one of my playlists.
I keep my gaze on her as she lifts her glass to her lips. It’s written on her face that her thoughts have taken her somewhere.
“Come here,” I say, reaching for her hand and taking her back over to the couch.
This time I sit across from her in the accent chair. Instead of sitting on the couch, she takes a perch on the edge of the coffee table. I give a little grin as she places one of her feet on the arm of my chair spreading her legs for me.
My grin grows as the song playing registers with me. “Bad” by Wale. It’s perfect to explain why I don’t need to do this with her.
“What are you smiling at?” she asks as she leans forward and rests an arm on her thigh.
I watch her closely as she knocks back another drink and places the glass on the table behind her. I sit up and lean into her, placing my hand on her thigh.
Giving a gentle squeeze, I appraise her eyes. She’s in over her head with me and doesn’t even know it. Oh, Roni, the shit I’d do to you. I forbid myself from saying the words out loud.
“You should pay attention to the lyrics. I’m bad for you, baby. I keep trying to tell you that.”
She searches my face with those pretty eyes. It’s clear she’s tuned into the music. I bite my lip when her gaze notes she’s caught my point.
“You’ve never made love? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“Now you’re getting it. I’ve never been in love and I’ve never made love. Oh, trust and believe without a doubt, I can fuck. I’ll fuck you senseless, but you deserve better.”
She turns away and I sit back. It would be so easy to grab her by the waist and bring her into my lap, but I won’t. Instead, I circle back to my earlier thoughts.
However, Roni has other plans. She stands and moves around the room, stopping to look out the window at the amazing view of Manhattan that sold me on this place. Not about to stay away from her, I put my tumbler down and go to stand beside her.
“Is Val right? Did you remember something?”
“No.”
In one quick move, I spin her by one arm, grasp her throat, and back her into the window. She glares at me defiantly. Dipping my head, I rub my nose against hers.
“What did I tell you about lies?”
“We don’t lie to each other,” she breathes.
“Then let’s try this again. Did you remember something?”
“No, let’s try starting with the truth from you. It’s been almost two years. If I was underage when you found me, I’m definitely legal by now.” She reaches up to place her hands behind my head, pushing her fingers into my hair. “But we both know I’ve always been old enough.”
With that, she closes the gap and presses her lips to mine. It takes me all of two seconds to take over. It’s a starved and unrestrained kiss. It has none of the finesse I’m capable of.
This kiss is equivalent to an exploding volcano. It’s been building all this time and now the flow won’t stop. Her fingers tighten in my hair and I squeeze at her throat. The moan that comes from her lips turns me on so much I have to break the kiss to make sure she’s real.
We’re both breathing heavily. I’m so hard, I have to reach to adjust myself. Roni drops her gaze to the action and smiles. I go to say some slack shit, but my words are trapped in my mouth when she grabs the front of her shirt and tears it open.
Buttons fly everywhere, her smooth skin is exposed in a silky looking bra—skin I’ve wanted to devour for so long I don’t want to count. I place a hand on the window to brace myself as I hover over her. Looking down at her, I call on my restraint.
Slowly I lower my gaze to her tits once more. With the back of my other hand, I run my fingers from the base of her neck down the center of her breasts. When she shivers, I abruptly raise my eyes to hers. There’s so much