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I had previously incorporated his easy-going nature with Max, and his playfulness with me into the designs, but I want to work in this college frat-boy vibe too. It’ll only touch the edges, since it’s not a major part of his life anymore – but it’s definitely still there. And it clearly comes out more than once a year. They were all talking about going to a Northwestern football game, and it sounded like it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.
I have no idea how long I’m sketching when I hear them all come downstairs. They move into the main living area, and I can’t hear them after that. I keep sketching, lost in my work, and glance up in surprise when the door – which I’d left ajar – swings open. David is standing there, minus his jacket and tie that he wore for dinner, his hair looking tousled – like he’s just run his hands through it. He’s had a bit of Scotch tonight, but he doesn’t look drunk.
“How are the sketches?”
I grin up at him. “They’re sketching.”
He moves to look at them, but I click the iPad screen off. David’s feet halt and he frowns down at me. I shrug up at him with a rueful smile. “They’re nowhere near done yet. I don’t like showing people my rough drafts.”
David studies me for a beat, nodding slowly. He reaches out with one hand, stroking my hair off my face, and cupping the back of my neck. I swallow at the heat in his eyes. As he guides me up, I drop my iPad onto the desk and my hands slide up his chest as his mouth crashes down on mine. When his tongue licks into my mouth, I groan and suck on it. He tastes faintly like Scotch. It’s a nice taste.
David breaks the kiss but doesn’t move to lead me out of the room. Instead, he spins me around and bends me over the desk while my cheeks flame. Oh my gosh. I’ve never had sex like this before. It’s really hot. David’s hands shove my sweater up, his fingers trailing over the exposed skin of my lower back, and I moan.
My breath comes out in pants as he tugs down my cotton shorts and panties, leaving them around my knees, and unbuckles his belt, lowering his zipper. One of his hands lands on the desk beside my face and the fingers of his other hand grip my waist. I can’t see much other than the wall across from me and the desk right in front of my face. I’m relying totally on my sense of hearing.
I gasp as he slides smoothly into me with a grunt without foreplay. I didn’t need foreplay. I was ridiculously turned on by him manhandling me. I don’t know what that says about me, but I don’t want to analyze it, because I am living for this moment.
Once he’s fully sheathed, David pauses, his fingers moving from hip to brush the hair away from my face. The wood is cool beneath my cheek and my hands brace against the desk as David’s hand lands back on my lower back, and he pumps, slowly and firmly at first before picking up the pace.
“You looked so fucking sexy tonight, Ani,” he groans as my fingers scrabble at the desk’s surface, trying to find a hold. “You look sexier like this though.”
Oh my god, he did not just say that. How am I supposed to not come immediately when he’s talking to me like that? David’s fingers dig into my flesh, and I moan breathily, my inner muscles fluttering. Ah well, I was never going to last after he told me I look sexy in my sleep clothes. As soon as I let go, David’s thrusts pick up pace.
“So fucking sexy,” he breathes and slams frantically into me. After a few more pumps, his breathing ragged, he holds completely still for a moment, deep inside me as he comes. His fingers brush lightly over my back, and he pulls out, zipping himself up. Yeah, that was freaking sexy.
I straighten, tugging up my shorts and panties, and dropping back into the desk chair, trying to catch my breath. David smirks down at me, his fingers brushing over the screen of my iPad. “Are you sure I can’t see your design ideas?”
I shake my head. I don’t show anyone my designs before they’re ready. David pouts adorably, and sighs. “Fine then. Goodnight Ani.”
He drops a kiss on my forehead and leaves the room, pulling the door shut behind him. I sit stock still, listening to his footsteps, and slowly stand, clutching my iPad to get ready forbed. Climbing in, I hug my knees to my chest, replaying the scene over and over again in my mind.Goodnight Aniand a kiss to the forehead. What did that mean? Isn’t a forehead kiss a little bit too intimate for casual sex partners? Isn’t it? Or am I reading too much into that one action?
Don’t over think it. His words from the other week drift into my mind. From our random sleepover that hasn’t been repeated. Yeah, I’m totally over thinking this. Stretching out, I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to fall asleep. I’m totally over thinking it. It meant nothing.
Chapter Sixteen
Anica
Smoothing the comforter, I glance around at the knock on my bedroom door, my face flaming. David doesn’t come around this part of the condo. Well, he did that night he took me into his bed, but that’s the only time. Straightening, I check my hair and open the door to where David is leaning against the doorjamb with a grin on his handsome face. My heart thuds in my chest. It should be illegal to be that good looking. Properly illegal. He doesn’t seem hungover, which is a little unfair after how much Scotch he drank last night. I would look like death warmed up.
“Want to come for a walk with me?”
I blink in surprise. A walk? That sounds… intimate. “Uh, sure. Just let me put my tennis shoes on.”
David nods, disappearing as I rush around the room, tugging on my tennis shoes and pulling my hair into a ponytail. I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror and grimace. Yoga pants and a loose sweatshirt. It was what I had intended to laze around the house in. I can’t change, that would look weird. It will have to do. He wasn’t dressed up. He was in loose shorts and a T-shirt with sneakers. I hurry out to where he’s waiting in the living area, a baseball cap slapped on his head. He grins, gesturing to the door, and I lead him out.
I have managed to take a few strolls through Central Park in my time here in New York City. David goes jogging here with his cousin Max most weekends. It’s not like I was going to say no to his company – especially in such a lovely setting. We get coffees from the coffee shop near the bottom of David’s building andhead into the Park. David takes me on his and Max’s running route, pointing out various sights along the way.
“So, you try to run this route every weekend?”
David nods, rubbing his chin and taking a sip of his coffee. The weather is slowly getting warmer, but when we’re out of the sun, it’s still quite cold. I’m glad winter is over. And it’s not quite as cold as Chicago was.
“It’s good to blow away the cobwebs.”
I bite my lip, so I don’t giggle. He doesn’t really go out much since I’m living with him, but I would imagine if I wasn’t here – cramping his style – he would probably be one of those guys who hit the town every Friday night.
“Have you always run?” I tip my head back to look at the branches of the trees, rustling above us in the slight breeze.
“Yeah. I never ran track or anything like that, but I was on the lacrosse team, so running was a regular training event.”
