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I wish for a lot of things.
“What’s your name?” I finally am able to ask, though only on a whisper.
He chuckles. “Wells.” He reaches out, extends his index finger, then slides it across the bottom of my foot.
It’s with this move that I realize my legs are spread wide open and I’m naked from the waist down. Closing them quickly, I try to reach for the comforter and bring it up to cover myself. The move causes Wells to laugh softly.
Wells.
I’ve never heard of such a name before, but that doesn’t mean anything. Wells. I like it, or maybe I only like it because I want to like him. I shouldn’t. I know this is the weirdest thing ever, but I really want this to be something… I want it to be everything.
“How?” I ask.
“Doesn’t matter,” he grunts.
“What happens now?”
He hums, but he doesn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he moves closer to me. I suck in a breath, holding it when he sinks down on the side of the bed. He reaches out, cupping my cheek as he faces me. I don’t know if he can see my face, but I still can’t make out his.
“I’ll be back, cupcake.”
Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around his wrist and squeeze him gently. “Why me?” I ask.
He hums, leaning forward, and I feel his lips brush mine. “Because you are mine.”
Then he stands, turns, and walks away without another word. I listen, hearing his shoes against the flooring of my condo, the door opens, then closes, and I hear the dead bolt lock into place.
He has a key to my home?
How?
I touch my lips right where his brushed against mine. That was my first kiss. I move my hand from my lips and slip it between my legs. There is wetness there. It’s a mixture of his saliva and me… my release.
No… his mouth between my legs.Thatwas my first kiss.
Ohmigod.
ChapterFourteen
PARKER
I don’t sleepthe rest of the night, not that there’s that much night left. I glance at my clock after Wells leaves, then clean up and put my shorts back on. It’s after five in the morning. I only slept for an hour, but I’m way too spun up to even attempt to fall back asleep. My heart is racing, my body is hot and tingly.
Slipping my tongue out, I slide it across my lips, wetting them because they feel dry. I am still sitting in the middle of my bed, my legs crossed as I stare ahead at nothingness and just try to breathe. I am completely and totally in shock over what happened.
I turn my head to find my phone sitting on the nightstand. I think about calling Allison, but I know she’s probably not awake yet.
Then I wonder if she’s with Hendrick.
She was pretty into him, and when Allison gets that into someone, she’ll do whatever it takes tohavethem. To consume them. And since she’s done with her boss, or rather he’s done with her, she’ll want someone else to fill her nights, especially since she’s not working yet.
Bringing my knees up to my chest, I rest my cheek on them as I stare out the window at the building across from me. I think about Wells and wonder how he found me, got access to my secure building, got a key to my condo, and then just walked inside like he owned the place.
It should not be sexy and exciting. It should scare the hell out of me. But it doesn’t. It’s sensual and sexy. It’s the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done in my entire life, and it doesn’t give me anxiety.
I did something new. And I liked it—a lot.
No way should I be breathing easy right now. I should be hyperventilating, crying, unable to breathe, unable to think clearly. But I’ve never felt so free, so clear, so calm in my life. Am I feeling this way all because of this man? And if I am, how is that possible?
