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She’s frozen for a few seconds, her gaze following my every move, before she seems to shake it off and she snatches up her bag from where she dropped it on the floor beside the couch before standing. She follows me out and down the hall to the elevator, obviously lost in thought, so when the elevator doors slide open and we step inside, I take her hand to pull her back to the present.

15

Amelia

Playlist: "Rapture," iio feat. Nadia Ali

I’m still not sure if he actually called me kitten, or if my half asleep mind just made me think that he did. He played it off like nothing happened if he did say it, so I feel like I’m losing it. Between that swat on my ass and me thinking he called me the pet name he came up with, I’m squeezing my thighs together to keep from pouncing on him.

I’m not ready for that. I swear I’m not. I want to get to know him more before we get back to drowning in each other’s bodies. Surely if I keep telling myself that, it will make it more true than I’m feeling like it is right now. You’d think I’d gone a year without sex, not a measly two weeks, with how wound up he’s got me.

It certainly doesn’t help that the man is all sex appeal. Watching his muscles ripple under that t-shirt has been making me salivate all evening, and when you pair that with drowning in the scent of him in his home? I want to curl up in his lap like the kitten he claims me to be.

Then he has to go and be incredibly fucking thoughtful and agreeable, and I’m left wondering why I even said I want to take it slow in the first place. Clearly my mind still has some sort of wall up, while my pussy is like, “Nah, girl, just forget about it. All in.”

Fingers lacing with my own pull me from my thoughts, and I glance up to find him studying me.

“Where did you go?” he asks, and I shrug.

“Nowhere, just tired,” I say, and it’s not even a full lie because I feel the fuzziness of it still at the edges of my mind. I still feel slightly guilty for acting like that’s all it is because I’m the one who suggested we slowdown in the first place. I try not to think about what we could be doing right now instead of him taking me home if I hadn’t proposed the idea at all.

He squeezes my hand, pulling me a bit closer as he lets go of my hand, putting his arm around my shoulders to hold me against his side. “Thank you for coming tonight. For trusting me, and giving this a chance.”

His words take me off guard as I look into his eyes, their depths holding a soft vulnerability. “Of course. Thank you for making me get out of my own way.”

He chuckles at that, a smile pulling at his lips that has one doing the same on my own. He goes from good looking to absolutely breathtaking when he smiles like this, and I look forward to making sure that he does it more often.

The elevator doors slide open and we step into the parking garage and head towards his truck. He takes the time to open the door for me, holding my hand as I climb inside, and then closes it to round the front before climbing in on his side. He turns the ignition and we both buckle up before he shifts into reverse and pulls out of the spot.

His backup camera beeps, warning he’s getting too close to the car across the row from him, but I know how tight these damned garages are to pull in and out of. It’s just one of the joys of city living. If someone across from you isn’t pulled in all the way, it can be hell to get out of your spot.

When he shifts back into drive, he clears his throat. “Do you want to give me directions, or put your address into the GPS?” I consider it for a moment, and when he pulls to the entry of the garage off a familiar street, I know my answer.

“It’s not far, so I can just tell you where to turn.” He nods, and I let him know what direction to go as he pulls onto the road. It feels like it’s too soon before he’s pulling up in front of my building. “This is me,” I say softly.

He smiles, but it seems somewhat forced this time. “Sit tight and I’ll come around and let you out.”

I grab his wrist before he can move to get out. “I can open my own door, Jameson.” He gives me a hard look.

“I know you can, but you won’t.” There is a demand in those last three words that make me sit up a bit straighter in my seat. “Sit tight,” he says, softer this time, and gently pulls my hand off his wrist, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand before setting it in my lap.

I can’t take my eyes off him as he climbs out of the truck and rounds the front again and he seems to feel the same, the intensity in his gaze as he meets mine making butterflies flutter in my stomach. He steps up onto the sidewalk before he opens my door and offers his hand to me. As much as I want to be a brat and ignore the offer, I also kind of want to be a passenger princess, so I take it.

He shuts the door when I’m clear of it and pauses, looking down at me. He reaches up, brushing my hair behind my ear, before he cups my cheek. “Get some rest, okay? I’m sure I’ll see you in the morning, but on the off chance I don’t, we’ll catch up after work.”

I nod, somewhat impressed that he’s not leaving me questioning how the next day will go when it comes to us. He’s being upfront and not playing any games, and at this age that is something I can fully appreciate, having run into more than my fair share of fuck boys.

“Okay,” I say breathlessly as we glance between each other’s eyes and lips. When he makes no move to kiss me I can’t help but chuckle softly, remembering how he said everything would be at my speed. “You can kiss me goodbye, Jameson. You can always do that.”

A smile quirks at his lips. “Always for goodbye, then. What about when we see each other again? Am I granted greeting kisses too?”

I laugh reaching up to gently swat his chest and he catches my hand with the one not against my cheek and holds it to his chest. “Yes, greeting kisses too.”

“Even in public?”

I shrug. “It’s just kissing.”

“My men will make a lot of noise about it if they see. I want to be sure you’re comfortable with that.”

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