I groan into her mouth as I push my body flush against hers, my cock grinding against her belly. My hands hold her face steady as I kiss her like it might be the last one I’ll ever have. It’s consuming and so thorough that there isn’t a chance in hell she’s ever been kissed like this before. I’m desperate to keep taking more and more, but afraid she’ll push me away.
“Rory,” she moans, and her nails dig into my sides.
Fuck. One of my hands slides down to her thigh, and I hitch it up so I can get closer to that heat between her legs. Without considering where we are or if anyone is watching, I thrust against that sweet heat between her legs.
“More,” I growl and kiss her again, harder and more possessive.
There’s a small whimper in the back of her throat, but all she does is cling to me harder and suck on my bottom lip. Holy shit, I’ve never felt anything so damn good, and I wonder what her mouth would do on my cock.
“Excuse me.” There’s a voice behind me, and I startle at the intrusion.
It annoys me that I have to stop kissing Anna and that I have to put her leg down. I can’t turn around because my cock is too fucking hard to hide, so I crane my neck around to see the asshole that interrupted us.
“Sorry, Mr. Crew, but you forgot your credit card,” the waiter from Gio’s says as he nervously walks closer and holds it out as far as he can.
Anna must feel my dilemma because she smiles at me then reaches out and takes it from him. “Thank you,” she says, and I hear the waiter quickly scurry away.
“I would apologize, but I’m not sorry.” I slide my hands around her back and then lower them to grip her ass. “Come home with me.”
I’m already thinking of a way to get her home before Apollo gets in. The estate is big enough that we have multiple entrances and exits. Plus our rooms are in opposite wings of the house.
“I, um…” She looks up at me, and damn it, I know that was too fast.
“Hey,” I say, moving my hands up her body. I rest them on the hollow of her neck, and I can feel her heart beating under them. “It’s been so long, I’m not sure how to do this anymore.” When I smile, she softens. “I’ll do this at whatever pace you set. You tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“That simple, huh?” she teases.
“Yes.” When my voice is serious, I think it surprises her. “I’m not a man that does anything half-assed. If you want the world, I’ll give it to you. All you have to do is ask.”
“You are not at all what I expected,” she says, more to herself than to me.
“Tomorrow. I need to see you tomorrow.” I have no idea what’s on my calendar, but it just got wiped clean.
“We’ll see.” She grabs her keys off the ground, and I didn’t even realize she’d dropped them.
I step back, giving her room to open her car door but desperately worried she’s going to slip through my fingers. “Anna.”
“I have your number,” she says before she goes up on her tiptoes to give me another kiss. I lean down to meet her lips, and it’s just as soft and sweet but over far too quickly for my liking. “Goodnight, Rory.”
I watch as she gets into her car and then drives away from me. It takes everything in me not to go after her, but even just meeting Anna today, I can tell she’s not the type of woman you hold down. She’s as skittish as a kitten, and I’m going to have to lure her closer. When she decides to give herself over to me, that’s when it will be too late for her to run.
Chapter Five
Anna
“What am I doing?” I mumble to myself, putting my phone back down on the kitchen counter. I told myself I was going to wait to text Rory. It’s already been a handful of days since I saw him, and I can’t stop thinking about the man.
I run my fingers across my lips, thinking about that kiss. It was something else. I don’t think I’ve been kissed that way in all my life, but it’s not exactly like I’ve gotten a ton over the years. Men don’t play me anymore—I play them.
Long ago, I wiped away my desire to have a partner in life. What’s the point really? All they bring you is pain and heartache. I can take care of myself; I’ve been doing it all my life. Rory made me question that, and it scares the hell out of me.
I almost believed what he told me about not being with anyone in almost two decades. It wasn't that far-fetched to me. I could relate to it, but I’m not a man. Everyone knows men only care about one thing, so there’s no way a man like him hasn't been with anyone in that long. Even if I can’t find evidence of it, it’s an impossibility.
When I hear a knock on my front door, I check the clock. Celeste isn’t out of school for at least another hour. When I look out the window, I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face when I see who is standing there waiting.
“Rory.” I smile up at him as I open the door and lean against it. Damn, he’s even more handsome than I remember.
“You didn’t call,” he accuses, and I lift my brows. “Fuck. That came out wrong.” He runs his hand through his short hair and he’s once again adorably flustered. Okay, maybe he wasn’t lying about not having been with a woman in years.
“How was it supposed to come out?” I tease.
“Like this.” He rushes forward and grabs me, then pulls me into his body. His mouth comes down onto mine faster than I can blink, and as much as I want to push him away, I melt at his touch.
This is a bad idea. I know Rory is dangerous because he has me wanting things that I shouldn’t. And the worst part is he has me questioning myself. Even with all those reasons, my fingers dig into his shirt as I try to pull him closer.
“Open for me, Anna. I need this.” How does he make it sound like he’s begging and demanding all at once?
My body is doing what it wants now, not listening to my logic. His tongue touches mine, and he groans into my mouth. The sound reverberates through to my chest and straight to my sex.
His hands go to my ass as he lifts me off the ground and kicks the door closed behind us. When it’s shut, he carries me over to the couch and lays me down without his mouth ever leaving mine.
“Rory.” I break from the kiss, trying to catch my breath. His mouth moves down my neck, and desires I put away long ago come crawling to the surface with a vengeance.
“I’ve been going insane,” he says between open-mouthed kisses on my neck. “You didn’t call,” he repeats. “You know how many times I’ve driven past here just trying to see you?” His mouth moves down to the top of my breasts.
“Stalker,” I moan. It really shouldn’t turn me on that he drove by so much, but I can’t talk to my body right now because it’s beyond my control. Instead of running for the hills, I spread my legs.
“You have no fucking idea.” His hands push my dress up, and I lift my hips in invitation.
I want his mouth everywhere all at once, and I’m beginning to bargain with my determination. How much could it really hurt? We could have a bit of fun, and it might work out some of this fascination I have for him. Maybe this is exactly what I need to get him out of my system.