Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,31

know she doesn’t mean for me to hear her.

I keep my mouth clamped closed, not wanting to make her stop.

“Wren,” she whimpers just before a long sigh escapes her lips.

“Fuck,” I groan, spraying my t-shirt in cum.

She squeaks. “Wren?”

“Yeah, baby?”

I’m spent, this orgasm is better than many of the ones I’ve had in person with one of my online hookups, better than the times I called those shady sex lines and had women describe to me what they’d do to me if they were there.

Okay, not just better than… the actual best.

“Oh my God!” she screeches a second before I get the disconnect notification.

She’s disappeared… again.

We’ve played numerous times since that after-party celebration in-game. Not once did we mention the sexual nature of it until tonight. Of course, this goes hand in hand with what I discovered online with the forum posts she’s made, but I just can’t leave it alone. I don’t want her afraid to express herself around me or even on the damn game.

I clean myself up, which actually requires a quick shower and change of clothes because I was so in the moment, I didn’t bother paying attention to the mess I was making, then I head down to the ninth floor.

I hesitate so long in the elevator that the door closes on me before I can step off. It opens immediately when I press the button again, which sets my nerves on edge. I had a lot of bravado leaving my apartment, but standing mere yards from the door makes my nerves ratchet up several notches.

Before I can talk myself out of turning around and walking away, I lift my hand and knock on her door. No sound comes from her apartment, so I knock a second time.

I’m about to turn away when I hear her screech on the other side of the door.

“I can’t open this door,” she says from the other side.

I nod at her response. What did I expect? Her to swing open the door and tug me inside for round two?

“I just want to kiss you,” I explain.

It may not be much of an incentive to change her mind about the doors seeing as how she’s refused to go out with me again since our last kiss, but I figure it’s worth a shot.

I give myself thirty seconds to stand here, giving her the opportunity to change her mind and that’s it. I’m not trying to freak the girl out. Thankfully, seventeen seconds in, the sound of her lock disengaging echoes down the empty hallway.

“Hi,” she whispers, pulling the door open enough for me to see her freshly washed face.

Maybe she wasn’t avoiding me just moments ago because she looks like she just got out of the shower herself.

I swallow as my mind drifts to the mystery of what her pretty pussy would taste like straight from the shower.

“Just a kiss?” she bargains as she inches the door open a little more.

“A kiss,” I confirm, and take a step closer.

Her eyes flutter, her chin lifts in preparation, but I need her to know what she’s getting from me. I took a chance while we were playing to reveal my own desires, and she was all for it. There’s no sense in pretending now.

Without warning, I grip the back of her neck and drag her to me, lining our bodies up as best I can with our height difference.

“Open your mouth,” I command.

She obeys on a sigh, giving me more of her body weight for me to hold.

This kiss doesn’t even start like the first one. I don’t peck her lips tentatively. I devour. I nip. I explore. I take every breath she exhales and use it to fuel me.

This little vixen gives as good as she gets, and I’m hard as a rock when I inch my face away.

“I always kiss a girl after making her come,” I whisper against her puffy lips.

She tries to bury her flushed face in my neck, but my grip on her hair doesn’t allow for it.

I kiss her again, starting out just as brutally and then slowing things down.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” she asks, slightly breathless and a little dazed as she backs up a few inches.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

I wink at her before turning and walking away like a complete badass.

I can still feel her eyes burning into my back as I press the call button, but I don’t look over my shoulder. I’m too busy throwing a party for myself