Page 25 of Last First Date
We ride back home happy, and the rest of the shift is spent cleaning up and then restocking the truck. But I’m still keyed up and revving with the leftover adrenaline high, brimming with all the restless energy that comes on me after a fire.
And to just hype things up more, Abernathy stops by the office on his way off shift. I’m standing up to put some paperwork in the file cabinet, but he’s so damn tall compared to me that he practically takes over the entire room. “Hey, sorry about getting carried away earlier.”
I put my hands on my hips and shake my head at him. “No, you’re not. I asked you for help with the stupid gala and you did a freaking pole dance routine. So, no. You’re not.”
He braces himself against the doorframe, his large, strong arms shown off to their best advantage in my overly animated state. His lips pinch together, then he slowly smiles at me like he’s got a naughty secret. “No, Darcy. You’re right. I’m not.”
He shrugs his shoulders a little bit. “But you started it when you said I knew what to do with my body.”
He stands still, looming over me in the doorway, but the recollection of how his hips rolled and his biceps bulged during his pole dancing routine are making me wish he’d make a move like that again.
The man is sex on a stick. Or a pole. Whatever. I can’t stop staring at him and thinking about what all the beautiful parts of his body might be able to do to my body.
My pulse is racing, whether from the adrenaline or the heavy tension in the air between us, it’s hard to say. I pause and find my voice again. “You’ve got a smart fucking mouth on you, Abernathy.”
He shrugs. “I know what to do with that too. Want me to show you?”
Yes.
I force myself to shift my gaze, which has unfortunately zeroed in on the mouth that he was just advertising to me.
I wonder if he tastes as good as he looks. I wonder if he smells a little bit like smoke up close all the time, the same way that I do. And most of all, I wonder if he’s as good in bed as the rumors say he is.
But I force myself to shrug right back at him and feign nonchalance. “You know I’m not that kind of girl, Abernathy. Why don’t you go get some carry out of your favorite type of one-night stand with a side of boutique dress for tomorrow morning?”
Okay, that came out a lot sharper than I meant for it to, but damn him for looking so hot right now that I want to lick every part of him and then ride him into tomorrow. I’ve never even considered having a one-night stand before, but for this man right here, I might be willing to make an exception.
A very big exception, if my eyes weren’t deceiving me.
His eyes narrow a little at the barbs I’ve thrown at him, and he crosses his arms in front of his tight t-shirt clad chest, giving me a great view of his magnificent chest muscles. He’s killing me, and he doesn’t even realize it. “Why are you being so nasty to me, Darcy? Haven’t I been giving you what you want?”
I make a little snort-chuckle noise that reeks of disgust. “Get over it, Abernathy. I think you’d be used to not being able to give women what they want by now.”
He moves closer to me, until I have to actually tilt my head upwards in order to meet his gaze. Until we are so close to one another that I can feel the heat coming off of his skin. Until I can smell him—hot, male, and with a definite undercurrent of smoke.
“Is that what you really think?” His voice is soft, barely above a whisper. I can feel his breath against my face with every word that falls from his plush, soft lips and I have to close my eyes, so he doesn’t see everything that I’m feeling for him written there in my gaze.
“You’re the expert, aren’t you?” I steady myself and open my eyes again. The look he’s giving me is hot enough to set my entire body on fire. “Why don’t you tell me what I’m thinking right now if you’re so smart.”
We pause for a moment, that last second when we both know things are going to change between us. My heart is thumping away in my chest like I’ve run a marathon, so fast and so hard that I’m sure he must be able to hear it racing, as close as we are to each other.
He moves just a little bit closer. His voice comes out in a rough, low tone. “I know exactly what’s going on in your mind, Darcy Albrecht. And now I’m going to kiss you and show you exactly how fucking good it’s going to be between us.”
Another pause and then finally his mouth is on mine, but in a tender, gentle kiss that belies the inferno raging between us.
I make a noise that he definitely understands because he presses closer to me, the length of his body aligned with mine. I lift my hands to his face and run my fingers through his unruly hair, tugging him closer and urging him to deepen the kiss.
Thank goodness he takes the hint. He moves against me hard and fast, and we end up braced against the filing cabinet, banging into it with a loud metallic rattling sound, and then his mouth is everywhere all at once. His teeth and tongue are on my neck, my ear, my lips and I can’t stop making this needy crooning noise in the back of my throat.
“Fuck yes.” His voice is so low and rough it’s almost impossible to make out the words, but I definitely understand the feeling driving them from between his lips.
It’s the same feeling that I’m consumed by, like the rest of the world could burn down right now and I wouldn’t even notice because all that matters is being here in this moment, rubbing up against one another and kissing each other like we’ve been dying to do this our entire lives.
His mouth finds mine again and he rocks himself against me and holy hell. He’s definitely hard and it wasn’t just my overactive imagination during the towel episode. Abernathy has the biggest case of pocket wood I’ve ever been near, and it’s making me go crazy.
I’ve never been this obsessed with a cock I haven’t even seen. But I desperately want to see him, touch him, and taste him. Preferably within the next five minutes and until he’s moaning out my name in pleasure, his fingers threading through my hair and pulling until my scalp tingles.
But suddenly he tears himself away from me and all my needy parts. “Darcy,” he pants, his eyes blazing and his lips swollen from their assault on mine. “We absolutely cannot do this at the station.”
