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After paying the driver, Brett helped me out of the cab and then practically dragged me to the apartment. I was thrilled that he seemed as eager and into it as I was.
Or he just wants to get it over with. The realistic part of my brain was such a bitch sometimes.
I shut it down.
If one night was all I was going to get with Brett, and he’d made it clear that it was, I wasn’t going to waste it second guessing him or myself. His motivations didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that he intended on helping me take care of pesky little virginity problem in the right way. I couldn’t let myself think that it was anything more than that.
I unlocked the door to the apartment with shaky fingers that I tried my very best to keep steady, but Brett must’ve seen the slight tremble, and he took the key from me. Once we were inside the darkened apartment, he turned to face me and raised both hands to my neck, cupping it gently with his thumbs resting at the hollow.
“You’re nervous?” he asked.
He looked so serious that I wanted to deny it and reassure him, but this was Brett. If I tried to bluff him, he’d know and probably call the whole thing off.
“I am, but not because I’ve changed my mind,” I said. “So don’t ask me if I’m sure again. I am sure.”
Tilting his head slightly, one of his hands lifted my chin to bring my gaze to his.
“We can wait, you know. I said one time only, but that one time doesn’t have to be tonight.”
The ache at the apex of thighs didn’t agree with that statement. “No, tonight.”
“You sure?”
“Positive,” I whispered, taking a step closer to him so that I was pressed against his chest. My hands found their way to the buttons of his shirt, sliding the little plastic nubs through their holes slowly. I wanted to be brazen, to take what I wanted, but that didn’t stop my hands from shaking.
He brought his up to catch my wrist, taking over for me and shrugging out of his shirt. Brett’s swimmer’s shoulders were broad, but not bulky. They gave way to a strong chest with small, hard nipples that I wanted to suck on and washboard abs that tapered to fuck-me lines between his hips that should’ve been illegal.
I inhaled a sharp breath of air at the sight of him, the fact that he was on display for me in this way was unbelievable. I’d seen his body before, plenty of times, but this was different. It was… more.
Brett reached for me, tugging me against him. His arms wrapped around my waist and kept me locked to him. He walked us backward until my back hit the wall that separated our foyer from our living room.
Once there, he fulfilled one of many fantasies about him, caging me against the wall with his elbows on either side of my head and holding me there with his delicious weight. His erection pressed into my stomach, hard and huge from the feel of things.
My breath caught in my lungs. My body froze under his heated stare and the feel of finally having him so close to me. His breath fanned my face when he bent his head down, a hint of alcohol and something else.
And then he kissed me, and every other thought vanished. Being properly kissed by Brett was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I felt his tongue slide across my lips, urging them to open for him. They parted on a soft moan, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth and started kissing me like I’d never been kissed before.
He leaned into me, kissing me fiercely and passionately, bringing goosebumps to my skin and altering my senses. I was pretty sure I was soaking through my panties, but I didn’t care. I brought my hands to his hair, pulling him closer and kissing him just as ferociously as he was kissing me.
A groan resonated from the back of his throat, and I nearly came on the spot from how sexy it was, like he couldn’t control it, even if he wanted to. His hands dropped to my waist, pulling and just about lifting me to him. Then they were on the zipper of my dress and pushing the straps from my shoulders to bare me to him.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Mark’s voice came from the other side of the door. It sounded like he was on the phone. Brett froze, as did I. The sound of Mark’s key sliding into the lock spurred both of us into action, yanking our clothes back on at the same time that we each hit a couple of light switches.
By the time Mark entered the apartment, we were sitting on opposite sides of the living room. Brett had thrown a pillow onto his lap to hide his impressive bulge, but it looked like he’d casually placed it there because it was in his way when he sat down.
Mark’s eyes widened, then narrowed when he found us, folding his arms.
“What’s going on here?”
I stood from the couch, smoothing my dress and gave him a look. “I just got home from a crappy day a little while ago, and Brett was outside, waiting for you. You guys have codependency issues.”
Brett smirked at my joke, while Mark just shrugged, but his posture relaxed, and he sauntered into the room, looking at Brett. “Sorry for the wait, dude. Didn’t know you were coming. What’s up?”
Not waiting for Brett’s answer, I muttered good night and headed to my room, shutting the door behind me with a click. I sat cross-legged on my bed, heart hammering away as I tried to make sense of the last couple of minutes.
That was Brett I’d been making out with. It seemed impossible, but it was true. The knowledge did the strangest things to my body, and I silently cursed Mark for coming home and interrupting what was sure to have turned out to be the best night of my life.
Thoughts swam around my head, but nothing came into focus. I had to talk this through, so I did what any girl would do in my situation. I called my best friend.
