I gave my head a little shake, attemptin' to clear my sex-addled mind. Damn, that was the best kiss of my life.
"I'm waiting." When I glanced up, my temptress, my torturer, my salvation was standin' on the landing between the two doors at the top of the narrow, steep staircase waitin' to be let into my apartment.
The one that, a week ago, I shared with Sassy.
This woman wanted to fuck me.
In the bed I shared with Sassy.
All the thoughts that had floated out of my head the moment her lips touched mine came ragin' back and I forced my eyes to the floor.
Was I really going to do this? Fuck another woman in the bed where Sassy used to curl against my chest? While she was probably doing the same thing with my best friend twenty miles away?
"I'm sorry. I don't think I can?—"
"Ah, too much of a boy scout for a little one night stand? I get it."
I whipped my head up, fixin' her with my fiercest glare. Only, it must not have been all that threatening because she simply laughed at me.
"You don't get shit," I gritted out before stompin' up the few remaining stairs. The landing was small, barely a three-by-three square. I braced my hands on the door on either side of my mystery girl's head.
Her features softened for the briefest of moments before she spoke in a low, husky voice. "Really, it's fine. I can go."
I dropped my hand and twisted the knob on my unlocked door.
With a gasp,she stumbled back into the apartment. She righted herself quick as lightning and snapped her gaze to mine. I took a few steps into the room and fell the door shut.
It was quiet in the apartment as we held each other's stare, the only sound, our heavy breathing as our chests heaved. After what felt like an eternity of moments, she spoke. "Bed. Now."
"Yes, ma'am," I muttered with a nod.
She struck so quick, just like the viper I pegged her to be, I startled back when she gripped the front of my shirt in her small fist. "What the fuck did I tell you? No,ma'am."
"Sorry. Was just bein' polite."
She rolled her eyes and dropped her hand. "Such a boy scout," she murmured as she turned and showed herself around my small apartment. I stood stock still like a fool until she peered into my bedroom, then back at me. "Well? What are you waiting for? On the bed."
I jumped into motion so quick you'd have thought she was a puppet master, pullin' all my strings.
In a few long strides, I was at the bedroom door. I stopped and glanced down at her. I had about five or six inches on her, so she was on the shorter side of tall for a woman. Her frame was petite, but she was strong. And so fuckin' sexy.
I leaned down to take her lips again. The way she recoiled and pulled her body further from mine had me thinkin' she was about to break the kiss. Maybe slap me.
But her lips and her tongue were telling a different story. She planted her palms against my chest, ready to push me away until her fingers curled into the fabric, holdin' on for dear life.
We were both panting, and I was desperate for more. I released her mouth and my eyes met hers. A mix of heat and mischief. Fuck, this was gonna be fun.
Already, this whole situation was so much more than I'd ever felt before. A blazing fire and crippling need.
"Go," she said. Less bark this time. More sensual. Like those two letters alone were a promise of pleasure. By the time I made it to the bed—no more than a few feet away—and turned around, she was already down to her bra and panties.
And Jesus fucking Christ, this woman.
Goddamn stunning.
"Clothes off," she demanded.
I swallowed hard and adjusted my junk. But I couldn't make my muscles move much beyond that. My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth and I was damn near speechless.
