My phone dinged again as I threw the panties in the hamper.
Meet me downstairs.
I frowned. Why?
We’ll never leave your apartment if I come up there.
My heart thumped and I took a deep breath, placing my phone on my dresser. I touched up my lips and left the apartment, grateful that Kane was nowhere around to interrogate me. I got that enough from Evan.
I took the elevator to the main floor and ran my hands down my dress. Maybe it was too much? I should have grabbed a cardigan.
When the doors opened, I took a deep breath and walked right into a hard body. I gasped, my hands landing on a chiseled chest covered by a black suit. I looked up into the dark blue depths that had invaded my thoughts for the past couple of nights.
Brett smirked and pushed me into the elevator as the doors closed. He pressed a button on the panel before pushing me up against the wall.
My breath caught as he pressed his pelvis against me. A hot shiver ran down my back as he cupped my ass. “Brett.”
He leaned down, grazing my neck with his nose and inhaled. “You fucking smell good, lover.”
The scent of musk and man invaded my nostrils making my core clench with need. I grabbed onto his suit jacket, pulling him against me. “Y-you smell good, too.”
Brett ran his hand up under my dress, squeezing my flesh. “It makes me hard knowing that you listened to me,” he breathed against my neck.
With shaky hands, I brushed my fingers down his chest and tilted my head, exposing my neck.
He took the hint and nibbled under my ear, pushing his hips against me. The slow tortuous movements made me pant. My heart thumped hard. Too many clothes. I wanted to feel him. Forget dinner. I wanted him now.
My pussy throbbed at the thick bulge pressing against my lower belly. I did that. I caused him to feel that way. A desire burned deep in my belly. I wanted to fuck him wild, leaving us sweaty and spent with passion.
Brett lifted his head, his deep sapphire eyes boring into mine, filling with a dark hunger I had never seen before.
Kiss me.
He smirked and ran his thumb over my bottom lips before placing a kiss on my forehead.
I sighed at the soft contact when the door dinged. Brett moved behind me as an elderly couple made their way into the enclosed space.
My heart pounded as we rode the elevator to the parking garage.
The older woman looked at me over her shoulder and winked before turning back around.
My cheeks heated.
Brett chuckled, his hot breath caressing my neck. He ran a hand down my arm, linking our fingers together as the doors opened.
The cool air wrapped around me, making me shiver. It eased the ache that had set up since I had kissed him a couple of nights before but it wasn’t enough. More.
We walked up to a sleek black sedan and I frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
I looked up at him. “I was expecting you to have a red sports car.”
He smiled and winked at me while opening the passenger door. “I do have a sports car but it’s not red.”
“Oh,” I said, stepping up beside him.
“Why?” Amusement danced in his eyes.
“You seem to like the color red.”
His gaze roamed down my body, making my cheeks heat. “I do like the color red.” He grabbed my chin and brushed his mouth along mine before placing a soft peck on my lips.
My heart fluttered.
He smirked and released me completely.
I sighed and slid into the passenger seat as Brett closed the door behind me. The scent of musk and a new car smell invaded my nostrils, making my nervous muscles relax.
I wiped my clammy hands on the skirt of my dress and tried pulling it down. I wished I would have chosen a longer dress. Maybe I should have worn pants or a snowsuit. Or at least a cardigan. I sighed, swallowing past the dryness in my throat as Brett slid into the driver’s seat.
I looked out the window and my heart gave a start when a warm hand landed on my inner thigh. “Nervous?”
I turned to him and scoffed. “No.”
Brett leaned down to my ear. “You should be.”
My eyes widened. Oh Evvie, you are getting in way over your head.
He squeezed my leg in reassurance. “Relax, Evvie. I don’t bite,” he said, winking.
I cleared my throat, the back of my neck heating. Images of him nibbling my skin rained full force in my mind. “I’m trying to relax.”
“Do I make you nervous?” he asked, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my thigh.
I took a deep breath. “Yes.”
He chuckled.
I smiled. “You weren’t expecting me to answer honestly, were you?”
He looked down at me, his blue eyes twinkling. “No. Why do I make you nervous?” he purred.
My stomach flipped. “Your confidence is intimidating.”
A smug smile formed on his face but he didn’t respond.