"We already have invitations from the Mirabellis and the Blackwells to get together as soon as we get to town." Grandma sounds thrilled and I'm happy for her. "You'll come down for Christmas though, right? We'll have a room ready for you."
I agree that Florida for Christmas sounds like a great idea and we say our goodbyes as I reach the front door of Jacobsen.
There's a black Mercedes S63 parked illegally in the loading zone. And leaning against it, watching me, is Luke.
"You're here for me?" I gesture to myself with the hand still holding the phone.
"Yeah, you." He rubs his bottom lip with his thumb, a movement so simple yet so erotic, before placing his hands in his pockets.
I don't reply. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say. We stare at each other in silence. He takes a step towards me and I instinctively take a step back, then rock forward on my toes.
"You said you wouldn't call," I finally say. My voice has a bitchier tone than I intended.
"I didn't call." His voice is unapologetic.
I want to roll my eyes. "No. You brought your date to my workplace instead." The wind whips a piece of hair into my face and it sticks to my lip gloss. I swipe the hair away and move a step to the left, using his body to block the wind. He's so much bigger than me. The thought fills my head with memories of how he felt over me.
"She wasn't supposed to be there." He steps closer again.
"What does that even mean?" I take a step back and bump into his car. We've danced around and switched positions. He pulls his hands from his pockets and places them on the roof of the low-slung car on either side of me, pinning me in place. I have to tilt my head back to look him in the eye.
"I can't stop thinking about you, Sophie." His eyes search my face. "This morning was… wrong. It's all wrong. You're too young for me. You're sweet and unspoiled." He swipes another errant hair off my cheek and tucks the hair behind my ear. "I should leave you the hell alone, let you find someone more suitable, but I feel selfish about you.” He places his hand back on the roof and leans in. "What do you want, Sophie?" he breathes into my ear.
I shiver and it's not from the cold. He smells so good and he looks even better. The cars pass us on Spruce Street while I think, the front doors of Jacobsen slamming open and closed.
"Sophie, I'm not talking to myself. I asked you a question and I expect a response. What do you want?"
"You." I look at him, finally. "I want you."
Chapter 16
Luke has me in the passenger seat of his car the second I agree I want him, and at his condo about fifteen minutes after that. We don't speak the entire car ride, but I know where we're going and why.
He doesn't touch me in the elevator. It's empty, but he never lays a finger on me. Instead, we talk.
"Are you sore?”
I've been staring politely at my toes, leaning against the opposite elevator wall. I raise my eyes to his. "Um, yes.”
"How sore?" He smirks now, running his eyes up and down my body.
I look away. "A little sore." I meet his eyes again. "But much better than the last two days," I say, in case he's thinking we can't have sex right now.
He nods. "Better than the next two days will be as well."
Okay, no worries, then. I smile at him and clear my throat.
"What time is your afternoon class?"
"Two o'clock."
He checks his watch. "I'd like to see your sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock. Should we start with that today?"
"I've sucked cock before, Luke. I'm not that innocent." Does he think I know nothing?
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Sophie," he says sharply.
"What?" Now I'm confused.
He crosses the elevator and places his forearm on the wall over my head. He's standing so close that I have to look up at him. I'm cornered but he's still not touching me. "A word to the wise, Miss Tisdale. I have no interest in hearing about any cocks you've sucked prior to mine. It would behoove you to never mention it again."
"Maybe I'm good at it," I suggest, looking him in the eye. "Maybe you'll be happy with my experience?"
He slams his forearm against the elevator wall over my head before stepping back. He glances at the elevator panel and then back to me. "Do you want me to strip those tiny jeans off your body? Bend you over my knee? You want my palm slapping against your ass till it turns bright pink? Until my fingers slip between your thighs to test how wet you are? Is that what you're after?"
"I, uh," I stammer. "I don't know. Maybe?" I'm getting wet hearing him describe it so I'd probably like it.
The elevator doors open on floor thirty-three and Luke stands with his arm on the door waiting for me to exit. I do so and he lands a playful smack on my ass as I pass him.