Page 68 of Waiting Forever
Two minutes.
Giggles escape me. The guy knows me well.
I pocket my phone and give myself a once-over in the mirror. My hair is straight and parted down the middle like always. The color seems duller and in need of a refreshing. Thankfully, Azure has a great hairstylist not far from Park Avenue. He bleaches Azure’s hair and adds the silver highlights. Funny, the more I get to know Azure, the more his gayness shows. Of course, some might see it as metrosexual. He doesn’t wear his sexuality on his sleeve like some people, but he doesn’t hide it, either. He’s just Azure, the most unique person I know.
I tug the hem of my cropped T-shirt. My black bra is slightly visible but it’s more stylish than slutty. My high-waisted pinstriped pants and thick belt help dress up the outfit, too. The legs are wide, and I paired them with designer ankle boots and lots of jewelry. Bracelets, a couple of long chain necklaces, a few rings, and big silver hoop earrings. Mom used to call this look, “Modern 1950s mafia chic.”
She mentioned Al Capone. I’d heard of him, but I had to look him up to know who he is—or was, because he’s dead.
I leave my room and make my way to the grand foyer. The house is clean and quiet. Unless Nathan and I are making noises, there are none. I get why he wants to move. Living in a place this big makes you feel lonely. I mean, he texts me from his room because it’s easier than making the trek downstairs.
I walk into the grand foyer and stop. Nathan stands by the front door, wearing navy pants that aren’t fancy enough to be dress pants but are too dressy to be casual. His brown leather shoes fall under the same not-dressy, not-casual category. His button-down light-gray shirt is tucked in, showing off a belt that matches his shoes. Even his hair is less messy, but no less sexy. He looks like a wealthy young man with either impeccable taste or a stylist, and a body that could rival an NFL star quarterback.
His lips twist with a smirk. “If you don’t close that mouth, you’re going to drool on the marble floors.”
I shrug, not bothering to hide that I was checking him out. “If you don’t want me to drool on your floors, then don’t dress up like that.”
He straightens, his smoldering James Dean smirk changing to concern. “Do you think it’s too much?”
“For what?”
“I want to look professional when I meet the Realtor. The building is nice, really nice, and I want to look the part. I wear this to work when I need to meet clients, depending on the clientele. I thought it’d be good enough for today.”
I can’t keep from grinning. I stroll toward him. “You are so adorable right now. If we didn’t have to leave, I’d tear your clothes off. And no, I don’t think it’s too much. I think it’s perfect.” I run my hands up his muscular chest to his neck. Cupping the back, I pull him down to me for a searing kiss. “I’m so turned on it’s not even funny,” I murmur against his lips.
He grips my hips and pulls me to him. “Holy shit, Kensi. That mouth of yours is hot. Fuck. What am I going to do about this?” He grinds his erection against me.
“Well, I could suck—”
He smashes a hand over my lips. “Don’t you dare say it. I’ll come right now, and I don’t have time to change. I will, however, take a rain check. Hell, I don’t even want to go to the appointment now.”
Desire brews in his chocolate eyes, darkening the color. He closes them and rests his forehead against mine for a long moment.
I try not to beam with pride at how turned on he gets, but it’s hard. I’ve always loved Nathan’s passion. When he gets into something, he goes all in—no holding back. It’s also another concern. What if his excitement toward me burns out the way it did with Harper? He said he never loved her, but he had to have liked her a lot to have labeled her his girlfriend.
Ugh.Stop thinking like this.At least I’m not dying to shred his clothes from his amazing body like a horny savage anymore.
I brush my fingers through the hair around his ear. “Better?”
He straightens, his eyes still closed, his breathing calmer. He opens them and looks at me. “Yes. Just don’t talk or touch me in the car and I should arrive without a tent in my pants.” He inhales through his nose. “Fuck. You even smell amazing.” He cups my face. “If I like this condo, we’re moving in as soon as possible, and I’m going to keep you in bed for days. Weeks.”
I laugh. “As much as I like that idea, I have class and you have work.”
“Fuck that. I’ll work from bed. I can multitask. Take a call while I feed you my dick.”
Why does that turn me on? Flood gates open between my legs. Damn.“I might have to change my underwear before we go.”
That James Dean smirk reappears. He grips my wrists. “Nope. If I have to drive with a rager, you have to ride next to me in soaked panties.”
My bottom lip drops. “That’s not fair.”
“It’s entirely fair. Besides, we’re late. But I promise to remove those panties from you with my teeth when we get back.”
I bite my lip, imagining him between my legs, doing just that.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
I glance up to find him studying my face.
