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João tensed, as if he had never heard a rich girl thank him for anything, and then he pulled his hand out of his pocket. I dropped my hand from his bicep to his hand, and before I could take his in mine, he grasped mine tightly.
This was what normal people did on dates.
But … this was a big deal for João to grab my hand twice.
When we got back to his car, he opened the door for me, then slipped into the other side, starting the car and blasting the heat. Like at the restaurant, João didn’t say much to me on the ride back to my place.
I didn’t know if he liked the date or not, but I hoped he did.
Especially if it was his first.
After a couple moments, he pulled up to my house.
“Do you want to come in?” I asked. “My parents are having dinner with Akio’s family tonight. They probably won’t be back until late.”
I didn’t know why I was so nervous. I’d done worse than sneak a boy into my house while my parents weren’t home. Hell, I had kicked someone’s face in a couple weeks ago and snuck Landon into my room countless times.
But my stomach was in tight knots.
“We can, uh … have sex … watch a movie.”
My core warmed, and I clenched, my lacy panties soaked between my thighs. I’d had sex with João before, alone and not just with the guys. But João hadn’t really been his don’t fuck with me because I’ll kill you self tonight.
Something felt different.
João stared down at me, the moonlight reflecting off his knowing brown eyes. He knew exactly why I was inviting him into the house, why I wanted him to come up to my room, and why I suggested we watch a movie.
And while I didn’t want to be an easy score, he looked too damn good in that suit.
I wanted him.
So badly.
“Come on,” João said, getting out of the car and walking up the sidewalk.
Quickly, I pulled off my heels and ran up the pathway after him with bare feet on the snow. I pulled my key from my purse and shoved it into the doorknob while João stood behind me, his shadow towering over mine against the door.
He was close. So close.
With his body heat radiating off him, he felt like he was mere centimeters from me, his fingers close to my waist, his head dipping by my neck. I inhaled deeply and hurriedly tried to unlock the damn door.
It might’ve been twenty degrees Fahrenheit outside, but my body was on fire.
“Open the door, Imani,” João said, finally seizing my waist from behind, his rough fingers digging into my hips and his nose against my ear. He pressed his body against mine from behind, his suit pants against my ass. “It’s fucking cold out here.”
But he wasn’t shivering either.
Desperately, I twisted the key and shoved open the door. I got merely one step into the house before João slipped in after me, shut the front door, and slammed me against it, my back against the door and his body against mine.
He wrapped his large hand around the front of my throat to pin me against the door, growling into my ear. His touch was so rough, his voice so low and ruthless. I wanted him to be inside me so badly. It was all I could think about the past few hours.
Suddenly, he unclenched his jaw and softened his eyes and stared at me how he had when I came down the stairs in a silky pink dress. He had never looked at me like this before tonight, and I loved it.
Loosening his hard grip on my throat, João Rocha gently took my face in his hands and kissed me. Not ruthlessly, but lovingly.
