“I’m sorry for ruining our night,” I confess and he pulls back. Gripping my chin to guide my gaze to him, he smiles.
“Who ever said it was ruined?”
“Uh, cause it’s nine thirty and we’re on our way home.”
“Princess,” he coos, standing behind me as he wraps his arms around my waist and presses his lips to my neck. “This is the part I’ve been looking forward to all night long.”
“Seriously, sex?” I ask, annoyed that after everything he just assumes he’s getting laid tonight before I can stop myself. No, that’s exactly what he should be here for. That’s all we are. “Sorry.”
“No, not just sex. Spending time alone with you.”
I shake my head as the doors slide open. “We don’t do that.”
Prying myself out of his arms, I take off down the hallway, not allowing myself to peek over my shoulder to see if he’s following me. Ugh. Why do I even care? I stop in front of my door and shove the key in the lock. As it clicks open, his hands find my hips.
“If you think I’m leaving you tonight, you are dead wrong. I don’t know what happened back there, but I would have to be a moron to not see you’re upset. So, I don’t give a flying shit if I’m sleeping on the couch or the damn floor but I’m not leaving.”
I pause for a moment, neither one of us saying anything, before, in a fit of anger, I shriek and stomp into my apartment. It’s childish, I know, but I just don’t have anything left to give tonight. It feels as though I’m literally dragging my feet through mud and all I can think about is taking a long hot shower and crawling into bed.
“Did you just screech at me like a pterodactyl?” he asks, laughter in his voice and I turn around, my brow scrunched up as I study him.
“Really? That’s what you go with? A dinosaur?”
Our eyes meet and the apartment is silent for a moment before he starts laughing and once he starts, I can’t stop a giggle from bubbling out of my mouth. And it doesn’t stop. Every time I get composed enough to glance in his direction, I start laughing again. We collapse on the couch as he pulls me into his arms and after a moment, we both start to calm down.
“You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” I whisper a couple moments later, curled up in his arms with my head buried in his neck. He scoffs and I pull back to look at him.
“So, you’re going to make me sleep on the floor?”
I shove out of his hold and stand up to hide my smile. “No, you ass. You can sleep in the bed with me.”
“Oh, thank you, your highness.”
My head whips back to look at him and I narrow my eyes as I raise my middle finger in his direction. His eyes widen and he reaches out, grabbing my hand and pulling me into his lap. I let out a squeal of surprise on the way down and he swallows it up with a kiss that has me molding my body to his. When I pull away, we’re both panting and the desire in his eyes lights a fire deep in my belly.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” I whisper and he nods, licking his lips.
“There room for someone else in there with you?”
I nod, a grin teasing my lips and he flashes me a predatory look as he stands from the couch with me in his arms. It pulls another squeal out of me before I stare at him with wide eyes.
“Jeez, Hulk. You’re going to throw out your back or something doing that.”
He snorts. “Not a chance, sweetheart. Besides, the thought of letting you go physically pained me.”
The meaning in his words is clear and I let out a nervous laugh as I look away from him, choosing not to acknowledge what he said. He can’t be thinking things like that because this thing will end and the last thing I want to do is hurt him. In fact, even imagining hurting him makes my stomach flip and my chest hurt.
“Put me down,” I whisper, but my voice lacks its usual bite and he picks up on it immediately. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything as I take his hand and start pulling him toward the bathroom, trying to push the unpleasantness out of my mind. All of this shit is a problem for another day and right now, all I want to do is enjoy my time with him. I have to because the end is coming up on us fast and for the first time in my life, I want to hang on to these memories.
When we step into the bathroom, he pulls his hand out of mine and grabs my shoulders, guiding me to the mirror. Pale green eyes find mine in the reflection and he leans forward slowly, maintaining eye contact as he presses his lips to the top of my shoulder. A soft gasp slips past my lips as heat surges through my veins and I forget everything else – only able to focus on him in this moment. He pulls back just enough to lower the zipper of my dress and brush the straps off my shoulders. It pools on the floor around my feet and he licks his lips, his gaze traveling over my almost naked body.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this all night,” he murmurs as he reaches down and grips the fabric of my panties in a fist before tearing them off my body. I gasp and he looks up with a satisfied grin on his face. When he crouches behind me again, I have to brace my hands on the counter and my breath sticks in my throat as I await his touch. So gently I almost don’t feel him, he trails his hand up the inside of my thigh, all the way to my pussy, before he turns and slowly drags his fingers back down. On the way, he grips the garter and pulls it down my leg and I step out of it.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, his voice husky and I comply immediately, separating my feet. The only thing I’m still wearing is my heels and it gives me a little confidence boost as his hands start running up the back of my legs. I hum, my eyes fluttering closed as he creeps further up my thighs, getting closer and closer to the spot I desperately want him to touch. He slaps my ass and I jerk as he laughs and says, “Lean forward.”
Bracing my forearms on the countertop, I struggle to breathe as his breath caresses the top of my right thigh. God, he’s trying to kill me here. Of course, I can’t just tell him what I want him to do like I would any other guy I was sleeping with because he’ll just see it as a challenge. He would spend hours torturing me, building me up until I was so desperate for a release I would actually beg him.
That’s not going to happen.
Spinning around so my sex is right in his face, I lean back on the counter and kick off my heels, teasing him with a seductive smile, before walking over to the shower and leaving him on the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks and I shrug, peeking over my shoulder.
“Getting in the shower. That is what we came in here for, isn’t it?”
He scowls at me for a moment before ripping his suit jacket off his shoulders and tossing it to the floor. As the water heats up, he quickly does the same with his shirt and unbuttons his pants, shoving them down his legs. I turn, pleased with myself for turning the tables on him again and go to step in the shower when his arm wraps around my belly and he pulls me back, molding me to his naked body.
“If you wanna play games, Princess, I’ve got all damn night.” His voice is liquid fire and I shiver in his grasp as he lifts me with one arm and carries me into the shower, positioning us both under the hot spray before turning me to face him. A strong hand gently cradles my face and he pulls me closer, claiming my lips as hot water rains down over us. I can’t even be bothered by the fact that it’s getting in my eyes or that I probably look like a drowned rat because my need for him has trumped everything else.