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?
Me: Take your time. I’m going to take a bath and relieve some tension. I’ll see you later.
Damian: Keep the water warm. When I get home, you can relieve mine.
I smile. I can’t help it. The man is a complete mystery. He’s always there when I need him, flirts like it’s his profession and walks around half-naked like it’s a uniform, yet hand holding is the only base he’ll cross . . . until that kiss. My insides clench as I remember his lips pressed to mine, his teeth gently biting my top lip as he held me tight. My lips are still on fire and now, these texts . . . shit, we’ve crossed the line and I only have forty-five minutes before we make that crossing a permanent move we can never recover from.
Jumping into action, I take a shower, resisting the urge to ease the burn Damian ignited in me. He started the fire; he’s the only one who can put it out.
Stepping out of the shower, I stand naked in the bathroom. The workouts I’ve been doing this past month have been paying off. I’m toned in places I didn’t know I had muscles; my breasts look larger and firmer resting above my taut stomach. Confidence I’d never possessed before ripples through me, and I throw on my white terry cloth robe, and a pair of stilettos.
There’s a knock on the door, and a warm heaviness settles deep in my belly. I throw open the door, expecting to see dark eyes and a sexy grin waltzing into my apartment. A cold blast of February wind smacks me in the face, along with a strong dose of reality.
“Hi.”
Fuck.
“Matt.”
He walks towards me, his eyes boring into mine, and my feet move backward as he steps uninvited into my apartment, closing the door behind him. I think I left my lungs outside. Suddenly, I’m having a hard time breathing.
His dark hair is styled—perfectly. His white, straight teeth are hidden behind his knowing smile. Those blue eyes that at once had my heart melting, now give me a sense of anxiety.
The wind picks up outside, it howls through the windows and I get the urge to go out and be swept away by it, to leave this place once and for all and start fresh, restart my life my way.
“What are you doing here? I thought I told you not to come.”
He eyes my outfit, his mind clearly spinning, and I begin to regret my decision to walk around in nothing but a robe and stilettos.
“I told you I wanted to explain in person.” He takes a step closer. “Did you really think one text was going to keep me away?”
Holding my robe closed tight, I meet his stare. “I have . . . plans.”
A dark and perfectly groomed eyebrow lifts in my direction as he once more hungrily scans my outfit. “Cancel them.”
His hand reaches towards me and unties the only thing keeping my dignity in place. The robe falls open on each side