Page 38 of Trust Issues
Any minute she would snatch her door open, locs flowing down her shoulders, hot hazel gaze fixed to mine, pillowy lips parted just so…
I stared at her door waiting for something to happen. My mouth turned dry with all the fucking waiting I was doing. I could wait all I wanted to but something in the pit of my stomach told me that Kyle was not going to open that door. We crossed a line last night and she was going to ignore the fuck out of me.
Fair enough.
The elevator dinged and I ripped my attention away from Kyle’s closed door. I did check one more time though to make sure it was closed.
“Hi Max,” Sadie smiled at me and greeted me with a hug. She wore some sort of flowery perfume that filled my nostrils. Her hair was in a perfect ponytail with the fine hairs along her hairline perfectly laid down in swirls and loops like an artist had a hand in styling it. It amazed me how much time and effort women put into laying their baby hairs down. I let my eyes go lower to see what she was wearing.
There was no doubt in my mind that Sadie came to my place ready to fuck. She wore a cherry red dress that dipped low in the front and stopped well above her knee. She looked amazing but for some reason, I was starving for the smell of pink Starbursts and vanilla lotion.
“Hey, Sadie. You look…amazing,” I held her hand in the air and spun her around so I could get a look at her ass then I led her into my apartment. I guess Kyle really was trying to avoid me.
“Thank you,” she grinned. Her eyes met mine then she rested her hands on her hips. “You okay?” She studied my face like she was looking for something. I knew for a fact that if it were Kyle studying my face looking for something she would have found it and told me exactly what was wrong with me.
Sadie wasn’t Kyle though.
“I’m fine,” I chuckled, putting my hand on the small of her back. “So, how was your day?” I didn’t give a damn how her day was. I was tired of beating around the bush with her.
“It was good, work was busy. How about you?”
“Same.” I put my other hand on her hip and pulled her body closer to mine. More of her flowery scent surrounded me. My brain revolted against it. There was nothing wrong with the way Sadie smelled. There was nothing wrong with the way she felt in my arms either.
Still…
My brain didn’t like it.
“You know, Max, when you invited me over to your place, I was relieved. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to either have you over to my place or come over to yours?” She ran her fingers down the center of my chest then draped her arms over my shoulders. I tipped my head to the side to stare at her. Nothing happened. There were no sparks. I don’t even know why I was looking for sparks. Sparks were a damn myth.
“Is that right?” I let my hands slide up her bare thighs and she giggled at my feather-light touch. “Well, let’s make this visit worthwhile then.”
“Finally,” she sighed with a content smile. She was primed and ready to go. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”
“Aren’t you eager? I like that shit though.” We kissed slowly and I didn’t feel a goddamn thing. It was just as anticlimactic as kissing my own fucking hand. I’d never been mad at a kiss before but I was pissed off right then.
It wasn’t Sadie’s fault though.
It was Kyle’s.
I slipped my hands under Sadie’s short little red dress and pressed her against the wall. Nothing. She moaned when I slid my lips to her neck and normally it would have sent a jolt through me that made my dick rock hard.
Nothing. Happened.
I pulled away from her, frustrated. I’d never been so fucking livid before in my life. She frowned at me, breathless from my kiss because…why the fuck wouldn’t she be? “What’s wrong, Max?” She quizzed. She was still clutching the neck of my shirt.
“Nothing,” I lied. “Why don’t you go wait for me in the bedroom and I’ll grab you a glass of wine?” She seemed placated by that bullshit so the minute she was out of my sight, I rushed to the kitchen and gulped down my own glass of wine. I had to get my head back in the game.
Never in the history of my damn life had there been a time where I didn’t get turned on by a beautiful woman who was more than ready to have sex with me. It was time to have a pep talk with my dick. There was no way around it.
After I finished my second glass of wine in under five minutes, I looked down at my crotch and sighed, “Listen, you gotta stop thinking about Kyle. That shit was a fluke.” Even the mention of her made my cock turn rigid.
Goddammit.
She was fully under my fucking skin. She was more than under my skin. She was wearing that shit like the creepy lotion guy in Silence of the Lambs. That was more her style. She wasn’t romantic.
“Stop it,” I said through gritted teeth. “Do all that extra shit for Sadie. She’s in there probably wet as hell and you’re thinking about…that woman across the hall. You’re going to make us lose out.” I shut my eyes for a moment then gathered my sanity enough to stop talking to my dick in the middle of the kitchen. I went back to my room and found Sadie lying on my bed ass naked. After I stared at her long curves, full tits and that perfectly waxed pussy. My mind should have been thinking of a million ways to feast on her but instead, I was wondering what Kyle tasted like.
“Damn,” I said blinking at her. I should have fucked her until she couldn’t walk or talk or do anything else but think of me. I couldn’t though. Kyle wormed her way into my head and she refused to budge.
