“But I don’t even know you.” I was surprised at the little piece of logic that escaped my mouth.
“You don’t? You haven’t been watching me for months right through here?” He tapped at the peephole. “You haven’t been to the gallery two blocks over that exhibits my work at least twice a week? You haven’t been following my Twitter or Instagram, LegalJ87?”
Shit. I was so busted. He knew about all of it.
“I also follow the tabloids. I saw you with a model on each arm just last month at a New Year’s thing.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. Stalker, much?
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I didn’t fuck them, if that’s what you’re implying. I haven’t touched a woman since I moved in here and saw you. You would know. Have you ever seen me bring a woman home?”
I hadn’t. I’d often wondered about why he never had company. Then again, he was out all night most of the time. “When you’re out at night, you don’t . . .”
“Sleep around?” He ran a hand through his hair, mussing his dark fauxhawk. “I have. I did. A lot. I don’t make any bones about my past. I’ve made plenty of mistakes. I’ve been with women, a lot of them. But I haven’t since you, Jess. I swear. Not since I first saw you.”
“Why?” My chest was warm, as if filled with steam after each of his revelations.
“You.” He shrugged as if that was all he needed to say.
I moved my hand back to the deadbolt.
“Me? Me what?”
“The second I saw you, even though you were too shy to look at me, much less speak to me, I wanted you. I had to have you. I’ve given you space, Jess. But today, I just couldn’t bear it. I need you.” He put both hands on my door, the passion in his eyes boring into me. “Now let me in.”
I started to flip the bolt.
“But there’s one thing you should know, Jess.”
My fingers hesitated. “What?”
“Once you let me in there, I’m going to take everything you have, every way that I want. You’re mine. I need you to know that.”
My heart stuttered and kicked into an even faster beat. Was I ready for this? Could I handle the bad boy from across the hall?
He stared me down with his green gaze flecked with hazel. Did it matter anymore whether I could do it? No, it didn’t. What I wanted was right in front of me. I realized I was going to do it no matter what.
I took a deep breath and unlocked the door.
Michael
I turned the handle and pushed the door open. She’d backed away, her eyes wide as I walked into her home and closed the door behind me with finality.
I stilled for a moment and just looked at her, drinking in her pale smooth skin, heart-shaped face, dangerous curves, and pink lips. My cock roared back to life, and I was no longer content just to look. Rushing to her, I kissed her hard.
She may have had boyfriends in the past, dickless wonders who weren’t good enough for her, who would never be the man she needed. But I knew they never kissed her like this, like they couldn’t live without her. I teased my tongue along her lips, but she didn’t open. She was still shy, even now.
I put a hand in her hair and finally felt the dark strands between my fingers. I gripped close to her scalp and pulled enough for her to know I meant it. She gasped and it was just the opening I needed. I darted my tongue inside and finally got a full taste of what was mine.
She was a good six inches shorter than me, so it wasn’t difficult to pull her head back at an angle and slant my mouth over hers. She opened all the way, giving herself over to me. I growled my satisfaction into her mouth as she started to move her tongue against mine in tentative strokes.
Her nipples were hard beneath her t-shirt and her large tits were pressed against my chest. I was in heaven as I licked her tongue. She moaned and gripped at the bare skin of my back, her nails digging in just enough to scratch the surface.
She was soft and warm, and I needed her naked. I reached down to her ass and lifted her so she straddled me. Her apartment was a mirror image of mine, so I turned to the right and took her to the bedroom. I didn’t break our kiss, needing her mouth, her breath like I need air in my lungs.
I didn’t look, just kept walking until my knees bumped into something that must have been her bed. I got on my knees and fell on top of her, her soft body molding to my hard one. My cock was against the heat of her cunt, the juncture of her thighs like the surface of the sun. I needed all of it, no barriers.
Pushing up from her, I grabbed a fistful of her shirt and pulled her to a sitting position.
“Hey!” Her lips were bruised, her eyes dazed. So fucking sexy.