He gets out of the Uber at my apartment, and my palms start to sweat when I realize he’s coming up. If he so much as whispers in my ear, I’m getting naked. It’s science at this point. I can’t fight it anymore. I’ll probably rip my flimsy dress in half myself. He takes my hand and leads me up to my apartment. At my door, I turn to put in the key, but he stops me and turns me back to him before I twist it in the lock.
He slams his mouth onto mine and opens me up with his tongue. A moan escapes from both of us. He puts his left hand on the door just above my head and his right on my waist, grabbing so hard it almost hurts.
“If I come in,” he says in between kisses, “I will want to stay.” I moan an okay. He kisses along my jaw to my neck. “And I promised them.”
“But this dress.” His hand moves from my waist down my thigh to the edge of my skirt. He kisses back up my neck as he lazily runs his fingers along my leg where the fabric ends on my skin. He kisses me slowly, with long, full sweeps of his tongue as I feel his knuckles move lightly along the inside of my thigh under my skirt. His hand moves upward, and I let out a whimper.
Is he going to do what I think he is right now in the hallway?
His warm calloused knuckles continue north, so slowly I may combust. He pulls away to look into my eyes as his knuckles finally find my underwear. “Is this okay?” he whispers. I nod but look around, worried about neighbors. We’re at the end of the hall, and there are only two other doors, but someone could come in or out at any moment.
“Skye,” he says, and my eyes meet his. “If someone comes, I’ll stop, okay?” I nod again, and without really thinking, I arch my back, pushing myself into his hand. He smiles, a confident smile that’s like an inside joke between him and my body. What even! This is the hottest thing to ever happen to me!
I close my eyes and breathe, as he’s still just barely touching me with his knuckles, driving my pulse to the edge of full-on cardiac arrest. He stops moving his hand. No, don’t stop!
“Skye, look at me,” he says softly. I open my eyes and see his hunger staring back at me beneath his dark lashes and heavy lids. “Say something,” he whispers.
“Y-Yes, please,” I manage to get out, and his fingers do what I want, in one firm thrust, without hesitation. He keeps his eyes on me as he takes me with his hand, chuckling and shushing and telling me how sexy I am in between light kisses. I can’t believe what is happening, how gorgeous he is, how kind his eyes are, how intense everything feels. It doesn’t take long for me to explode around him, right there on my doorstep.
He kisses me through it, holding me up around my waist with his left hand and then pulls back to stare. “So beautiful,” he whispers.
“Holy crap,” is all I manage to say.
“Oh, yeah?” He chuckles as he pulls away and fixes my dress back into position, wiping his fingers on the fabric.
“Yeah.” And I love you and that was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life! I take another deep breath.
“Good.” He leans in to kiss me, and I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around him to hold him as tight as I can, tight enough to show him how I feel. How much I feel. How big my feelings are and how much they scare me. He pulls away, resting the end of his nose on mine and says, “I’m sorry I can’t stay.”
“Pretty sure you just made it up to me,” I say. He chuckles.
“K. Now please go inside so I can stop touching you,” he says.
“But I don’t want you to stop touching me.” I bat my eyelashes at him. I squeeze his arms again. He’s going to have to force me out of his arms at this point. He takes a deep breath.
“Inside, Tiger, you’re killing me.” He turns me around and unlocks the door. He pushes me gently at the small of my back. I turn around to say goodbye. He rests his hands on either side of the door. “Freeze, woman.”
“Okay.” I let out a little laugh.
“I’m serious, no touching, no sounds, nothing.”
“Okay, jeez, bossy.”
He leans down and gives me his signature goodbye barely open kiss, and just as I am about to devour him, he pulls away. He starts backing up. “Good night.” Then he turns and leaves, and I watch him go. “Close the door, Skye!” he calls back as he heads down the stairs. I laugh and I obey, still reeling from the best—what, twenty minutes? Who am I kidding, five minutes!—of my life.