Page 27 of Last First Date
I sigh and he pauses again, then shakes his head. “You’re absolutely right. I could definitely make you come in the next few minutes, but we’ll both enjoy it more if we take our time. So instead, let’s do this later.” He moves away from me, stepping backward a little at a time.
I clench my fists until my nails are digging little half-moon shapes into my palms. Damn it. I’m aching to be touched by him, and he’s actually walking away from me right now. I grind my teeth until my jaw hurts.
“You know damn well that isn’t what I meant. I’m going to get you naked and on top of me tonight or die trying,” I growl at him as he backs up against the door.
His wicked smile is the last straw. I’m either going to murder him or fuck him until he’s unconscious. Either way, I’m out to win this war between us.
“Baby, I promise you.” He looks at me with enough heat that I could catch on fire right here. Then he takes a deep breath and moves out of the office. “It’s going to be more than worth the wait.”
Thomas
It turns out that I’m a nervous cleaner. My loft is now absolutely spotless. It’s always relatively clean, but during the hour and a half that I’ve been waiting to see if Darcy is going to come over to my place, I have polished and scrubbed everything at least three separate times. We could now eat off any surface.
Ugh, who am I kidding? She’s not going to show up.
But I mean, she has to. If she was feeling even one tenth of the what I was earlier, there’s no way she will be able to resist letting me kiss her again.
I even took another jerk-off fueled shower to try to calm down a little bit, but it didn’t relieve any of the nervous tension that’s coursing through me right now. Nothing seems to be helping. Also, I’m going to get a freaking bruise on my dick from all the jerking off I’m doing because of this woman.
Maybe she won’t notice the way I’m about to burst out of my skin. Maybe I’ll kiss her quickly enough that we can get carried away before she figures out that I’ve been going crazy over here waiting to see if she was going to show up.
Assuming she comes over, that is. But she has to, right?
See, this is exactly why I don’t get involved with women.
When I take a girl home for the night, we keep it really clear between us that nothing is actually going to happen other than a good time and maybe a little breakfast the morning after.
But what happens if Darcy comes here? What does she actually want from me?
The entire time I’m pacing around my living room and wearing a trail into my fancy carpet, I want to punch myself in the face for getting hung up on someone who may not even like me very much.
And I get it. I’m not her type in any way, shape, or form. I’m too moneyed to be her usual firefighter boy toy, and I’m too rough around the edges to suit her fancy pants mother.
But that insane chemistry between the two of us has to mean something. And if she thinks all I have to offer her is one night, I’ll just have to make sure it’s good enough that she’s going to have to reconsider.
Because I’ve tasted her now, and I know one night isn’t going to be enough for us. Darcy is an amazing mixture of strength and softness. She’s so damn good at everything she does, and I don’t know why she can’t see that about herself. But I want to be the man to show her how fucking amazing she is.
And if that prick Hesse Kotner said something mean to her to make her feel that way, I’m going to break his face the next time I see him.
There. I’m angry. Finally, a feeling that isn’t nervousness and lust.
My phone buzzes and I pull it out irritably to turn it off. Whoever it is can sure as hell wait. Whatever they want from me is unimportant. The only thing that’s on my mind right now is Darcy.
Oh. It’s a text from the woman herself.
I pause and chew on my bottom lip for just long enough to work up the courage to unlock my phone see what she’s texted me.
I know, I know. Not looking isn’t going to change it. But I swear if she’s blowing me off right now, I might just lose whatever sense of restraint I once had and show up at her place.
Huffing out a deep breath, I open the message from her.
Aren’t you going to let me in?
With that, I rush to the door and pull it open. She’s still in her work clothes, and now she’s got a little smudge on one cheek and her hair is more than a little mussy looking.
Good. I’m going to make her even more disheveled as soon as I possibly can.
I don’t say anything to her, but instead I take her by the wrist and yank her inside, kicking the door shut with one foot. Then I slam my mouth onto hers and press us against the front door, putting all of my nerves and frustration into a scorching kiss that I sure as hell hope is making her as hot as I already am.
