Her apartment building is close. I can see why she suggested the diner. It’s pretty much right in the middle between her place and Tassels. It’s also the same building that I know Starla lives in. So it doesn’t take much of a stretch to figure out how she landed the job. First thing in the morning I’m going to see what positions are available at Luminoso. Her working there will serve two purposes. Getting her away from anywhere Dominic could be and getting her as close to me as possible on a daily basis. It’s a win-win and since I know X is always looking for new staff I’m sure there’s something available that she’s qualified to do.
The small apartment building doesn’t have an elevator, but you won’t hear me complain about following her up the narrow stairs. The gentle flex and stretch of her backside in front of me holds my hungry gaze and I shove my hands deep in my pockets to stop myself from reaching out to grab a handful of the tantalizing, denim-clad flesh.
“This is me.”
I jerk my eyes up and realize that she’s stopped in front of a cheaply made door. There’s only a standard doorknob and lock. No deadbolt for additional security. No alarm or security. I don’t like it. She slips a hand into her bag and pulls out a brass key on an otherwise empty keychain and fiddles with it for a long moment before inserting it into the lock and twisting it.
“Do ya… do you want to come inside?” Her voice is uncertain and as much as I want to accept her offer, I know that I shouldn’t. I want too much, too soon.
“I wish I could, doll,” I growl low in my throat, crowding her against the still closed door. Her hand falls away from the knob and flutters up to rest over the pulse I can see racing at the base of her throat. I lean forward, meeting her greenish eyes with my own, letting her see my intentions before my hand comes up to gently cup the silken softness of her cheek.
“So sweet,” I murmur, tracing the plump line of her bottom lip with the calloused pad of my thumb. A quiet gasp fills the space between us and I don’t hesitate to take what I’ve wanted since my eyes landed on her. My mouth carefully settles over hers, tongue delicately tracing the same line my thumb just traveled before sweeping inside to stroke against hers. I can still detect the slightest trace of the overly sweetened tea she drank just a short while ago and I groan into her. I want to kiss her forever but force myself to retreat a fraction, giving her a chance to step back if that’s what she wants. It isn’t.
Her small fist clutches the soft cotton of my t-shirt, hauling me back, her damp lips claiming mine as her free hand slides up my chest and around the back of my neck. The scrape of her fingernails against my skin inflames my simmering lust, fanning it into a crackling blaze. An animalistic growl rumbles through my chest and into her mouth. I need more. I need more. Winding my arms around her waist I lift her effortlessly against the wall, pressing the steel ridge of my cock against the sultry heat radiating through her jeans at the juncture of her thighs.
A broken moan rips from her throat and I greedily swallow the sounds, gripping the firm globes of her denim covered ass in one hand and rocking her against me. Her thighs quiver and tighten around my hips, pulling me tighter as she rocks her core against me with a small sob. My free hand skims up the length of her spine until the weight of her ponytail is gripped tightly in my fist. I firmly pull her head back, exposing her throat and the tops of her round breasts to my hungry gaze before descending, teeth scraping, tongue lapping the salty sweetness of her flesh. One sample of her delicious flavor and I’m addicted.
With a strangled cry she grinds her core harder against me, a vicious shudder wracking her entire body before falling limp in my arms, her head falling against the wall with a small thump. A feeling of pride unlike anything I’ve ever felt before fills me when she giggles. Nervously biting her kiss swollen lips she opens dazed eyes and smiles, her twin dimples showing themselves. My chest heaves with labored breaths as I fight to control myself and the riot of yearning I have for this woman. I want to make her come again, to bask in the honeyed fragrance of her arousal, the sweet sounds of her passion. Everything about her teases my senses and demands that I push open the door beside us and take her inside to finish what we started.
But I can’t. Not with Nikki. She’s priceless, and I refuse to treat her cheaply. I want our first time to be perfect. Not a quick fuck against the door of her apartment just a few hours after meeting. I want to take my time with her, savor every inch of her luscious body before sinking inside her and bonding myself to her forever.
Whoa! Pump the breaks! Forever?
Strangely the thought doesn’t scare me like it probably should.
“You okay doll? I didn’t mean to be so…” Unsure of what to call it I let my words hang in the air between us, waiting to see how she is going to react.
“So perfect?” Her voice is a husky whisper followed by another of those sweet giggles as her forehead lays to rest against my shoulder, her breath and silky lips tickling the side of my neck making goosebumps race across my flesh.
“Yeah?” I ask, inordinately pleased with her words.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “You… umm. Are you sure you don’t wanna come inside?” She mumbles the question against me, avoiding eye contact.
“I do. More than anything,” I admit, shifting her weight so that she has to look at me. Now that the heat of the moment has passed, I can see the uncertainty in her eyes. And that's exactly why I have to go. “But I shouldn’t.”
She moves restlessly in my arms and I know exactly what she’s thinking. Or at least I think I do.
“Nikki. Doll. I want to, but already know that you mean too much for me to rush this. To rush us. We have all the time in the world to get there.”
“But… but, aren’t you…hard?” she barely squeaks out the last word, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
I chuckle darkly and drag her pussy, once, up the length of my pounding erection. “Very,” I admit. Carefully I press the softest kiss against her lips. “But I’ll be okay.”
“You won’t be… upset… at me for leavin’ you… hangin’?”
“Not at all, baby. I’m just happy that I get to tuck you into bed tonight satisfied.” With a sleepy laugh, she hugs her arms around my neck and snuggles softly against me like we’ve done this a million times.
“You’re sure…?”
I stop the rest of her words with another press of my lips against hers and lower her back to a standing position keeping her pressed snugly against me. “I’m sure.”
“Okay,” the word is a breathy whisper as she reaches for the knob, opening the door to back inside, her gaze never leaving mine.
I follow, knowing I shouldn’t. Being alone inside her home will tempt me in ways I haven’t even thought of yet. I bite back a groan when I realize it’s a studio apartment and against the far wall is a rumpled daybed. Drawn to where she sleeps, I cross the small space and straighten the quilted comforter and pillows, readying it for her to climb in. I should feel weird, but I don’t. Taking care of her feels natural.
“Go get ready for bed,” I direct her softly. With a small nod, she complies, taking the half dozen steps and disappearing into her small bathroom. Her scent is everywhere. Sweet and spicy like cinnamon and sugar. I breathe it deeply into my lungs and reach down to readjust the throbbing rod in my pants to a more comfortable position. There isn’t one.