ONE
People may not believe in love at first sight. The first pull. The first thing that tugs at your heart, leading you to that person. Hell, I definitely didn’t. Not until I met him. My best friend. My lover. Four weeks, three days and eight hours had passed since I’ve seen Brett MacLean.
The day he left for New York felt like a lifetime ago and I couldn’t wait to see him again. For him to come home. We weren’t living together yet but I spent every day at his apartment, needing to be close to him in some way. Needing his scent.
Although video chats were a new thing for us, it wasn’t the same. I missed his touch, his hot breath against my skin, him telling me what he wanted and how he wanted it, the dark possessive air about him as he claimed me. Even though he was dark and brooding, demanding and controlling, I gave in willingly.
Working with Mathis Verlinden, a powerful billionaire that had his hand in everyone’s pocket whether it be legal or not, was good for him. He gave him free rein of his club, Club Rouge, and as long as money was made, everyone was happy.
My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts as I leaned against the black town car and waited. The airport was bustling with people, heading to or from places but there was no sign of Brett anywhere.
I frowned when I saw that my oldest brother was calling me. “Hello Evan.”
He chuckled. “Always so happy to hear from me.”
“I am. Just not when I know a lecture is coming on.” He was worse than our father. Having three brothers and a dad and being the baby of the family, being myself was not always easy growing up.
“Now why would you ever think that I would lecture you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Seriously?”
“Have you talked to dad?”
My back stiffened. “No. Why?”
“He’s going through some changes. Really odd stuff. Like he’s going through man-o-pause or some shit.”
I frowned. “He’s been through a lot, Ev. A change in life is bound to happen sooner than later.”
“Just call him or even better, go see him. I know he would love to spend some time with you.”
“You still staying at his place?” I asked, my stomach clenched at the guilt I felt for not seeing our father in a while.
“No but I visit often.”
“Thanks for making me feel way better, jackass.”
Evan laughed. “Anytime, sis.”
I shook my head as he hung up and made a mental note to go visit our dad. After his heart attack a couple of weeks ago, I should really have been over more often.
I sighed. I wasn’t going to let it bother me. Today was a happy day. Brett was coming home.
Butterflies flew around in my belly and I had to wipe my sweaty palms every so often on my thighs. God, I couldn’t keep still. We talked every night and video chatted as much as we could but I needed more. I always needed more. His touch, his kisses, him telling and showing me how much he loved me.
The sun glowed in the distance on the unusually warm afternoon. I looked down at myself. Was I dressed okay? The white spring dress was long enough to leave something to the imagination but hugged my curves perfectly. Only having the cotton fabric on me and nothing else, sent a thrill down my spine knowing Brett would approve.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips and I bent over, putting my blonde curly hair up in a messy bun. The hairs on the back of my neck tingled making my stomach flip.
I slowly rose to my full height and found Brett standing a few feet away from me. His suitcase in hand, aviator sunglasses on his handsome face and four buttons on his white dress shirt unbuttoned. My stomach flipped, my heart thumping hard against my rib cage at the mere sight of him. God, he was beautiful. Possessive and dominating, dark and sensual. Sex rolled off of him like a cool morning fog.
He pulled off his glasses, his blue eyes locking with mine. A smug smile formed on his hard chiseled face. A dark line of scruff covered his jaw and I couldn’t wait to lick every inch of him.
My body bloomed, needing his hands on me after so long but I was frozen. Captivated by his deep blue stare as he stalked towards me.
He handed the driver his bags and closed the distance between us. He cupped the back of my neck, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Hi, my Evvie.”
Hearing him claim me by just his words, made my insides quiver. “Hi,” I breathed. My heart gave a thump. I swore my insides just turned to mush.
He smirked and leaned down to my ear. “I missed you.” His lips brushed down the length of my jaw. “I’ve missed your smell. Lavender. Vanilla. Me.”
My heart thumped hard, pounding in my ears as he held me restrained just by his hand and mouth. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
His fingers brushed down my cheek before capturing my mouth in a hard demanding kiss.