thing that’s happened to me in years, and the only reason you called us a mistake is because the way I make you feel scares the shit out of you. I’m not about to scare you away again.” His hand runs through my hair one more time and then he gets up off the chair, his pants tented and my body on fire.
Pulling me tight into an embrace, he whispers in my ear, “We’ll get there. One day at a time, we’ll get there.”
It took every ounce of willpower I had not to rip her clothes off just now. Knowing what’s under those clothes, knowing what her skin feels like as it slides beneath mine, it’s torture not acting on the fire that runs through my veins every time she’s around. There have been so many chances over the past few weeks that I easily could have slipped my hand into the top of her running pants, and had her quivering in my arms. I could have made her feel again, reminded her how much of a right thing we are. But I need her to believe it too.
My heart sank as she walked out my front door, a hollow feeling invading my gut as I closed and locked it behind her. I’m purposely torturing myself, doing my best to get Addison to see that we belong together, hoping the more I resist, the more she’ll want me. But as I stand in my quiet apartment alone, the clock in the living room loudly ticking, I realize the only way for that to happen is to take this chance with her. She may never be completely ready to dive into this with me, but standing idly by isn’t going to work.
With a newfound determination to win her heart, I throw open the door and plan to bang on hers until she lets me in.
I don’t have to go very far. Addison is standing right there, her hand raised to knock. She smiles and it slams into my heart, an intense desire to bring her inside and never let her go runs through me.
Her mouth opens to speak, then closes.
I take a step towards her and she doesn’t move.
I take another step.
Standing directly in front of her, all I can focus on are her seductive lips. Those lips fucking belong to me and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to claim them this very second.
“I was on my way to come get you,” I say into her hopeful eyes.
“I’m right here,” she whispers.
She is here, and I’m going to make damn sure, she stays here this time. She’s so tiny, and I have to bend down really far, but it’s so fucking worth it as I reach for her and crush her lips to mine.
Turning us both and walking her backward, into my apartment, I slam the door with my foot and lift her in my arms.
“Damian,” her hands run through my hair as she whispers my name into our joined lips. Her warm breath smelling slightly of mint, her fingers dig into the back of my head causing tremors to run down my spine.
I can’t get inside her fast enough.
“Addison.” I whisper back.
I kiss her again, my tongue sliding between her lips, my hands slipping up her shirt and feeling the smooth skin of her back. She’s making these tiny moaning sounds from deep in her throat. The sound is so erotic I stop and pull my face away to stare at her, in awe that we’re finally here.
“Tell me what you want, Addison, because the minute I lay you on that bed, my body will be doing the thinking for me.”
Her lips find my ear, “I want you,” the heat of her breath fans across my face and down my neck as my entire body electrifies with the need to be inside of her, “to take this slow.” I kiss her, passionately, desperately, our tongues joining, and our hearts beating in sync. “So I can enjoy every second of it.”
I’m harder than I can ever remember. Addison is in my arms, her legs secure around my waist, her heat radiating through her jeans and directly onto my gut. Her lips connect back to mine and I’m sure she’s breathing for me at this point.
I don’t want to take this slow. The past two weeks have felt like years. I want to rip her clothes off, throw her on the bed and make her mine. I want to put