AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I sat behind my drum set in the dark of my unlit apartment, pounding out a beat, but knowing that no matter how hard I pounded, I couldn’t get Tessa and her series of dates in the pub out of my mind.
I’d pounded on the drums and imagined those men touching her and kissing her and undressing her and before I knew it I’d kicked a hole through my bass drum. Not because I was jealous. Because none of those guys could touch her the way she wanted, kiss her the way she wanted, rip her dress in half the way I saw in her eyes she wanted.
None of them could make her scream the way I could.
When she left the pub, I’d left, too, keeping a good distance between us as I followed her home, but there to beat the shit out of anyone who tried to mess with her.
I’d taken the stairs, needed to pound out some of this energy buzzing through my veins. And yet when I got into my apartment, I could hear Tessa moving around in hers. I sat down at my drum set and tried to play something, anything to get her off my mind.
Fat chance.
I was bat-shit crazy for her. The way she didn’t look at me until she thought I couldn’t see when we passed in the halls, the sway of her hips when the elevator broke again and I happened to be behind her on the steps, hell, even the way she fucking opened her mailbox—it all made me want to blow out my windows as I destroyed yet another drum kit. I’d jacked myself raw imagining her writhing beneath me, her tits bouncing as I pounded into her, or her pressed against the wall between our apartments, our bodies sweaty, our hearts thundering.
I’d tried telling myself it was all physical, but it was just bullshit.
Wanting to fuck her hadn’t been what had prompted me to visit Henry last week and offer to pay Tessa’s overdue rent so he didn’t have to evict her. And wanting to fuck her hadn’t been what had almost made me throat punch Henry when he’d refused. The only thing that had stopped me was the real regret on Henry’s face when he’d told me they’d already found another tenant to take Tessa’s place and the lease had been signed.
So yeah, it wasn’t just physical for me.
Fuck it. I couldn’t take this anymore.
I flung my drumsticks aside, got up from my drum set and stomped across my apartment, down the hall, to bang on her door. “It’s Jamie,” I yelled. “We need to talk.”
In an instant, Tessa threw open her door. She wore a tight, thin white tank top that exposed her dark and hardened nipples, and flowered short-shorts that I assumed were some sort of pajama set. Sexy as fuck.
She opened her mouth to say something, then stopped and frowned in confusion. “Why are you so out of breath?” she finally asked.
I move closer to her, and she stayed put, her eyes wide as she stared up at me, but not backing up an inch. I caught the hitch of arousal in her breath, and my dick twitched in excitement.
“Where do I put my application?”
“What application?” She made a show of crossing her arms in irritation, but I saw the flash of desire in her eyes. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Where do I put my application for this sex study of yours?”
Tessa raised an eyebrow, but her eyes were sparkling and the corners of her mouth tipped upward. I saw her real emotion: she wasn’t confused. She was aroused.
Fuck, I was, too.
She tried to laugh. It was a last, weak attempt to stop the train from flying off the rails out of control. But we both knew it, there in the hallway, only inches apart: there was no stopping this goddamn train.
We were going to crash. And it was going to be fucking beautiful.
“There is no application. And even if there was, I certainly would not be accepting an application from an asshole like y—”
Before she could finish her sentence I slipped my hand behind her neck and pulled her toward me. “You want me,” I murmured.
She gasped, gulped for breath, but her gaze never left mine. A beat passed, then another, and then she said, “God knows why, but yes, I want you.”
I tilted her head up to devour her lips and she moaned into my mouth. With a hand on the small of her back I pressed her even tighter against me, enveloping her in my arms. I flicked my tongue against hers, making her moan. Biting her lower lip, I tugged until she hissed and her nails dug into my back.
This only caused me to bite down harder as I turned, pushing her against the hallway wall, and pressed myself tight against her. Her back arched as I slipped my fingers inside her white tank top. The skin at her stomach was fine as silk and blood rushed to my groin.
After what felt like an eternity but had to only have been minutes, we both came up for breath, gasping and heaving. She looked up at me, passion clouding her eyes, and she gifted me with a slow and seductive smile. I knew what I wanted, and I was ninety-nine point nine percent certain of what she wanted. But I needed her to say the words.
“That, Tansy, was my application. So what’s it going to be? Are we fucking now, are we fucking later, or are you tearing my application in two and telling me to walk away for good?”
Chapter 12
