The evening was sticky and warm, but the quiet outside was a blessed relief to my ears. As I stepped through the door, I caught sight of Amanda, scanning her phone, her bottom lip snagged between her teeth.
She didn’t see me at first, so I had a moment to look at her, to watch her ... and to re-think this. Tonight. Us. I’d jumped head-first into dragging her off for what I hoped would be a night of mindless fucking, a way for me to get my rocks off and find a little peace. I knew I wasn’t coercing her; from what Amanda had said, she seemed to live her life on the same terms that I did. She had a busy and demanding career, and she wasn’t looking for any more than just this one night together.
So why was I standing here, staring at her, entranced by her silhouetted face and the way her shoulders curved into her arms? I wasn’t ogling her ass or her boobs the way I normally would be. I wasn’t hustling to get us on our way, over the river to where the promise of the huge king-sized bed waited.
As if she felt the weight of my gaze, Amanda turned her head and caught me gawking at her. She didn’t say anything for a moment; she only returned my stare, her eyes unreadable and her expression guarded.
I approached her slowly. “My car’s in the lot back here.”
She nodded but didn’t move.
“Hey, if you’re having second-thoughts ... I mean, if you’re not sure you want me to come home with you, just say it. I’ll be happy to drive you into the city anyway and drop you off. I didn’t mean to pressure you into anything—”
Before I could finish my sentence, she’d slid her hand around my neck, gripping the back of my head, and yanked me toward her, her lips searing against mine as she kissed me hard. I felt the tip of her tongue demanding entrance, and instinctively, I opened for her, and our tongues twisted around each other, stroking and tempting.
She’d taken me by surprise, but it only took me a minute to catch up. Holding her hips, I pulled her body against mine, letting her feel exactly how much her kiss was affecting me as I ground into her.
With a sharp gasp, Amanda tore her mouth from mine and blinked up at me. “Does that feel like second-thoughts? Does that feel like I’m doing anything under coercion?”
I shook my head. Words weren’t an option yet.
“Then let’s get your car and get the hell out of here. Now.”
