My heart stills and I sit up, forgetting my position and sliding on to the floor with a large thump, “Ow!”
Alarm in his voice now, “Abby! Abby are you okay?”
I rub the back of my head, wincing, “Yeah, no. I tripped and hit my head on the table. Nothing to –“
“I’m coming up!”
“Yeah, uh, you do that,” I say blankly to the dial tone.
He must have run upstairs because I hear the footsteps outside before he threw the door open and walks in, that beige trench coat of his concealing his fitted suit, making my blood heat up.
He was by my side within a heartbeat, cradling my head with gentle fingers.
“I’m fine,” I try to reassure him as I grope the couch for support so that I can stand.
His eyes narrow as he helps me to my feet and studies the distance of the couch from the edge of the table where my head had landed, “How did you manage to hit that?”
I look a little sheepish, “I was sitting upside down.”
Seeing the interest peak in his eyes, I roll my eyes, “I’m not demonstrating it to you.”
He grins, tucking his hands in the pockets of his pants, “Pity.”
“How did you get in? I thought I locked the door.” I look around at the door, curiously.
“It was open.”
“Oh, yeah. Scarlett forgot her keys.”
“Where is she?” Steven asks, and I rub my head, wincing.
“She left for her trip early today. She didn’t want to be stuck here in case another blizzard hit.”
Steven raises his brow, “So, we’re alone?”
I take a step back, warily, “Why?”
I watch him shrug off his trench coat and I bite my bottom lip at seeing his form in that black suit.
God, I had no idea I had such a suit fetish.
“I-I have to lock the door.”
His gray eyes follow me to the door and I feel him behind me before he wraps his arms on either side of my head, effectively caging me in.
Feeling thrill spike through me, I turn around and without hesitating, I stand up on my tiptoes and brush my lips against his.
Once. Twice.
He seemed surprised at my taking the initiative and then he studies me from under his hooded eyelashes, before leaning down and capturing my mouth.
When my hands went to grab the lapels of his suit, he took each hand and pinned them against the door, his mouth still moving on mine, tasting, sipping, his soft wet tongue exploring the velvet confines of my mouth.
I gasp, my nipples hardening.
It was getting harder to breathe, but I was so caught up in the way his mouth was abusing mine, that I simply didn’t care. My moans are soft and helpless, his mouth felt so hot as it left wet burning trails over my skin.
My large sweater slipped from my shoulder, baring it and his eyes catch that. He abandons my swollen mouth to go pursue other avenues. As he trails wet kisses all over my neck and shoulder, delivering small stinging bites over my delicate skin, I feel him move his legs, as he uses his legs to kick mine apart and steps in between them.