The dark haired girl from the email photo steps out of the SUV and I know it’s Mia. A moment later Amelia steps out after her. I watch as they argue over something for a moment before Mia grabs my girl and gives her a hug.
I clench my jaw, wishing it were me with my arms wrapped around her. I shouldn’t be jealous of her hugging her friend but fuck me, I am. It’s been months since I’ve seen her, touched her or heard her sweet voice. I ache for her in more ways than one. Mia gets back into the SUV and it pulls away from the curb.
Amelia watches her go before heading up the stairs and onto the stoop. I slip from the car, unwilling to let her get away this time. I can't bear to be without her for another second and I can’t risk losing her again. I might know the building she lives in but I don’t know which apartment is hers.
I’m sure now that Kurt has found her it will only be a matter of time before I know everything there is to know about my dollface. I’m not known to be a patient man and I sure as hell don’t plan on becoming one now. Waiting is overrated; that's why I’m not going to do it.
I catch the door right before it closes. I hang back, watching as she takes the stairs up one floor. I follow her up, watching as she slips her key into a lock and pushes the door open into her place. I move, grabbing the door before it can close. She screams but our eyes lock as she tries to turn to close her door fully, causing her to stop. Her bright green eyes go wide once she comprehends who I am.
“Ethan.” She whispers my name. I don’t wait to be invited in. I push open the door, letting myself in. I shut it, clicking the lock behind me.
“What are you doing?” She takes a step back, making room for me. She looks as beautiful as the first time I laid eyes on her. She’s not wearing a sexy dress that shows off those legs of hers but I don’t give a shit. I’m grateful that she’s covered up because I know exactly what’s under those black pants. I’d kissed every inch of her long legs and every part of her that I could get my mouth on before we passed out. I welcome the day that I get to do that again.
“You stole my driver's license.” And part of my heart and soul. I don’t say those words out loud because I don’t want to scare her. Not yet, anyway. You should never show your hand too early. As far as I know, she’s mine.
I really don’t know a lot about her. Sure, Kurt is going to tell me a shit ton when he gets me my report but it will all be surface shit. I want to get to know everything I can about her but I want those bits of information to come from her. For her to open up to me and want to share her world with me.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She tilts her chin up in defiance. I don’t try and stop the smile from forming on my face, even though I’m still pissed that she gave me the slip. I am riding the high of finding her again and enjoying that little touch of rebellion she has in her—one that I know I can get to melt away with my hands and mouth once I get them on her again.
“That so?” I take a step toward her. This time she doesn't take a step back. The shock of seeing me is wearing off. She puts her hands on her hips. The hoodie she’s wearing is entirely too big for her and is completely black. “Then why were you roaming around outside of my building?”
“I love long roams around buildings. I know most people love long walks on the beach but I’m a city girl.” She shrugs. I have no idea how she keeps herself from laughing at her ridiculous explanation but it's obvious that my girl has a good poker face. I make a mental note of this little discovery because I'm sure I’ll need it later.
“You love slipping from hotel rooms, too?” That one gets a reaction out of her. She drops her chin, biting her lip.
“About that—”
“Tell me you're not married.” It’s what I need to know more than anything. I need those words more than I need my next breath. I don’t see a ring on her finger, which is a good sign.
“You took my virginity! How could I be married?” She glares at me. I like it better than the guilty look that I saw in her eyes about slipping from our hotel room that night. Again, as pissed as I still am about that shit, I don’t like seeing her beautiful green eyes look sad. I’d take angry glares from them but sadness is not an option.
“Could have gotten married after,” I offer. I was the first to own her body. Didn't mean I was the only one. It’s been months. I wouldn’t blame some bastard for trying to get her. God knows I’ve been trying to get my hands back on her.
“No, I’ve been busy.” Again, she keeps her face stoic and gives me one of those dismissive shrugs. My girl has all kinds of walls that need to be broken down. Thank God I’m not afraid of hard work. I plan on breaking them down one by one for as long as it takes to get to her heart.
All of this gives me some insight into who she is. I’m starting to think that she thought we would only be a one-night thing. She didn’t plan on having to worry about all of those walls, but here I am back in her life and now she has to deal with them.
“I’m glad I don’t have to murder anyone.”
Her head jerks up. I can tell another one of her smart-mouthed comments are coming but I can’t stop myself. I grab her, pulling her into me. She doesn't fight me as I wrap my arms around her, dropping my mouth down onto hers. My girl might be all legs but I still have a good five inches on her.
Her hands grip my suit coat as I deepen the kiss. I push my tongue past her lips, getting that strawberry taste I’ve been dying for. She lets out one of those moans that has been branded into my mind. I’ve woken up many nights finding myself fucking my own damn mattress because I was in the middle of a dream of me eating her cunt, causing me to come all over myself.
With all the strength I have I release her mouth, stepping back from her. My girl is a runner and I don’t want to push her too far today. I lick my lips, wanting more. That little taste has done nothing to soothe my craving for her. I reach down, adjusting myself. Her eyes go to my dick and I know from the look in them that I could have her flat on the sofa behind her in seconds with me inside of her.
As much as I want that to happen, I can’t let this be a repeat of our first night together. She reaches up, touching her swollen lips. I kissed her hard, wanting her to remember me after I walk out of here.
“Your long walks around buildings better not be on some dating site profile somewhere,” I tell her. Her eyebrows furrow together like she doesn't know what I’m talking about. It only takes her a second to catch up.
“I’m single. I can do what I want.”
“You’re not fucking single.”
“I—”
Fuck it. I cut her off again with another kiss, this one more possessive than the last. When I pull away, her breathing is heavy. Her eyes are filled with lust.
“You're mine.”
She nods her head. I’m not sure she’s knows what she’s agreeing to or if she’s still lost in that kiss, but fuck if it doesn't do shit to my insides that I can make her like that.
“Lock the door behind me,” I say. She opens her mouth, I think to protest me leaving, but stops herself. I give my girl one last look before I head out.
It takes everything I have to walk out that door without her but I know that she needs time to process what’s happening. I need time to get myself under control before I do something that sends her running all over again.