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But I shook my head. “I’m fine.”
His brows furrowed as he looked at me. I’m sure he didn’t understand. He probably did this kind of thing all the time, but I didn’t.
I didn’t act irresponsibly. I didn’t give my number to random guys or beg them to touch me. Or sleep with them without a condom.
Worry was a lead weight in my gut. I needed to be alone. To figure out what happened. To put myself back together.
His hand dropped from the door, sliding into his pockets as if he needed to stop himself from touching me. My body hummed with him to ignore that urge. To touch me again, all over. “You’re sure?
“Of course. Thanks for the orgasms.”
My forehead smacked against the door the second it was closed. Seriously what was wrong with me when I was around him? I couldn’t control my mouth or my body. Thank god I never had to see him again.
My chest pinched as I thought it. I flicked the lock, tossing my keys and purse on the counter before heading down the hall. Slipping out of my heels and dress, I jumped into the shower. My guts twisted as I washed the scent of him off me.
It’s not that I didn’t want to see him again. But I didn’t want a fuck buddy. Some random guy to mess around with. It would only bring drama I didn’t need.
But I also didn’t need a relationship. That was too much work right now while I was still trying to put my life together. Still trying to help Sam get back on her feet.
Honestly, I never should’ve agreed to the date at all. It was stupid. I wasn’t ready for anything. At least I’d have the fantasy of his muscular body pinning me to the wall to keep me satisfied for the next few months while I sorted out my life.
I lingered in the shower longer than I usually would have. Letting the warmth wash away my sins and embarrassment. The water beat down on my sore muscles.
It had been a long time since I’d been fucked like that. My body twinged in some interesting places. I knew I’d be feeling it tomorrow. At least I’d have a reminder of my crazy moment.
I wrapped a towel around myself as I stepped out of the shower. I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a tank as my stomach grumbled. I ran the towel through my hair as I headed back into the living room. I’d grab something quick to eat; then I’d get some editing done.
My heart stopped as I turned the corner. I screamed as I stared at the man standing in my kitchen. The towel dropped from my hands as they flew to my chest.
“Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!” My heart felt like it was beating out of my body. Smacking hard on my ribs as I tried to catch my breath. “How did you get in?”
“I’m sorry. I knocked, but you didn’t answer.” Matt raised his hands and stepped back like he was trying to calm a skittish animal. “You forgot to lock it.”
My brows scrunched together. It wasn’t like me to forget that. But I had been a little out of my mind when I’d come in. It still didn’t explain why he’d just let himself in.
“What are you doing?”
“I knew you were lying about being hungry.” Now that I wasn’t worried I was going to die, I noticed the takeout containers open on my kitchen table. The smell of Mexican food made my stomach grumble loudly.
I crossed my arms over my chest as I stared at him. As I tried to hide the way having him in my space was affecting me. Nerves sparked under my skin from just his presence. He was supposed to be gone. Already forgetting me, so I could forget him.
“That doesn’t mean you can just come in uninvited.” My body heated as he smiled at me. My good sense fleeing.
“You think I’m going to let you run away?” He took a small step closer as if he thought a sudden movement would set me off. That I would do exactly as he said and disappear.
“I kind of thought maybe you did this all the time.” My eyes fell to the floor. Unable to stare into his piercing gaze as I admitted the truth.
I was worried about being just a name. Another notch on his bedpost. And it would be my fault. I’d practically mauled him in that elevator.
“What, lose my mind and have the best sex of my life in an elevator with a girl whose last name I don’t know?”
My head whipped up. My heart tumbled over itself as it yearned to believe his words. “Maybe.”
He closed the distance between us. His fingers ghosted across my cheek as his chest brushed my arms. “I’m sorry if I made you feel anything but special.” His spicy scent surrounded me. Pulling me under again as my chest rose and fell. “You’re precious. I should’ve treated you better than that. But you make me a little crazy.”
He sounded so serious. So real. It didn’t make sense to me. How he could feel something for me already. But I suppose it didn’t make sense that I’d thrown years of good behavior out the window to sleep with him. It was chemicals. A potent mix that neither of us seemed able to ignore.
“You’ve really never done that before?” I couldn’t hide the desperation in my voice. The eagerness to be special to someone.
