I’d been wondering all day where Ava’s head was at since she’d pushed me out this morning. It was a relief to hear from her.

After getting home at seven, I was just about to change when the knock came at the door. I tugged it open.

I blinked, and blinked again.

Ava was standing in the hallway wearing a dress that made my eyes burn. It was the red one I’d seen this morning. Short and fitted, it exposed enough leg to have me panting and made her breasts look incredible.

Which they were, dress or no dress.

“Hi Suit. You busy?”

“Yeah. I mean, no,” I managed.

“Good, because I wanted to say thank you,” she breathed, eyes sparkling. “For your help with the line.”

“Uh-huh.”

Keep breathing.

“That’s not a normal response to someone saying thank you, Nate,” she chided.

“In my defence, that’s not how most people thank me.” My eyes ran down her body, the curves I felt a sudden urge to trace with my tongue.

She smiled serenely. “Nate, I wanted to do something for you.” Her voice was breathy.

“Trust me. You already do something for me.”

She shut the door behind her. Then she traced a finger along the neck line of the dress and I almost swallowed my tongue.

I hoped to God she didn’t want to go out. I’d kill any guy who looked at her in that dress. And probably fuck her in the elevator on the way to remind her she was mine. I’d never been particularly territorial.

Until her.

I pushed Ava against the back of the door, and her eyes widened with delight and anticipation. Then her mouth curved.

She ducked under my arm, walking past me, but hooked a finger in my belt loop.

It was a game, I realized. I just didn’t know which one.

Ava pulled me toward the dining room table and I followed, eyes locked on her legs that looked a million miles long in black strappy heels. I let her push me into a chair.

She stepped back and turned to face the door, standing just out of reach.

The destination was unknown. But she was thrilled I was playing along and damn, I wanted to thrill her. We both knew I could overpower her, take whatever I wanted, in a heartbeat.

“What are you doing?” I growled. Five minutes ago I could’ve gone for dinner and a show, but now? Now I couldn’t remember how it felt not to ache for her.

Ava reached for the back of her dress hem with one finger. Slid it up one long leg, slowly, all the way to the top. Black thigh-highs with garters to match were on display.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” she asked, her voice low.

She was posing for me. I got even harder. Ava was so perfect, my own personal pinup. It hurt to look at her.

No girl, not Hannah, not anyone, had ever made me feel this unhinged.

“I have no idea. But don’t stop.” My hands clenched in fists at my sides. Then she turned to look over her shoulder with eyes that spelled out exactly what she wanted to do with me.

Holy shit.

Her hand reached up to pull the clips from her hair. It fell down her back in a dark wave. I wanted to fist my hands in it, use it to pull her back while I pressed inside, over and over, until I was all she knew. Until she couldn’t name one of the guys she’d told me about that night that suddenly felt so long ago.

Ava’s fingers closed around the top of the zipper and she slowly tugged it down, an inch at a time. The only noise was my shallow breathing.

The dress pooled around her feet, leaving black lace panties and a bra. They were intricate and perfect, far too delicate for what I was suddenly imagining.

“Did you make those too?” I grunted.

Ava shook her head slowly, turning back to face me. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. “I just went out this afternoon and bought the dirtiest ones I could find.”

The thought of her shopping for me was outrageous. I wondered if it’d turned her on as much as thinking about it turned me on.

“Let me touch you,” I demanded.

“Not yet. But since you seem to like the way I always say exactly what I’m thinking, no matter how crazy it is, I can tell you what’s going through my head right now.”

“Alright.” I’d make do with anything at this point.

She took a slow breath in, then let it out. “I’m thinking of you touching me just like this.” Ava ran a hand over her breast. Squeezed lightly, her thumb playing across her nipple, and a moan escaped her mouth.

Fuck. Watching her touch herself, seeing her imagine me touching her, made me insane.

Her hand trailed down her flat stomach to her thigh. She ran a finger under the top of the stocking. “Would you kiss me here? You can’t imagine how many times I thought about it. How good your mouth would feel.”

I wanted nothing more than to put it there. To put it anywhere she’d let me.

“When we met you wanted to fuck me in your car,” she whispered. “Do you still want to?”

“Kitten, I hope you’re ready,” I bit out. “You’re not getting a minute of sleep tonight.”

Her fingertip followed the garter up, slowly, to her panties. When she turned I could see her perfect ass outlined by the light from the window. Finally she traced the edge down. Down.

One finger slid inside and she moaned, low and throaty. When she pulled it out I could see how wet she was. “I want you to know what it’s like,” she murmured dreamily. “When I think about you.”

I growled like an animal. “Fuck Ava, I can’t do this.” My cock was painfully hard. Her eyes were wide on the bulge in my pants, a testament to what her teasing was doing to me.

She kept touching herself, adding another finger to the first, and I could see her getting higher with each stroke of her hands. Ava didn’t take her eyes from mine.

“Any time I think about you now it’s going to be just like this.” I watched her fingers slide in and out, completely mesmerized.

“Take off your pants,” she said.

I did, then I reached for her, completely at the end of my rope. “Now, Ava,” I groaned.

She shook her head, hair falling around her shoulders.

My eyes narrowed. She ran her gaze over my body, breathing faster as she looked at me. I loved the way she looked at me, like there was nothing she wanted more in the whole fucking world.

“You like what you see?” I managed, running a hand over the head of my cock, the moisture at the tip. Wishing it was her lips. Her tongue. “It’s all for you.”

That flipped a switch, and she closed the distance between us, slowly, with intention.

“It scares me, Nate. The way I think about you. The way I feel about you.” She knelt in front of me, then leaned in and ran her lips and tongue over the head of my cock. Her head angled up and her eyes captured mine.

“Fuck, Ava.” She played with me with her tongue before finally taking me all in. I groaned as her hot mouth slid up and down, taking as much of me as she could. It was unreal, the blood rushing through my body. I’d never felt this alive or this out of control.

She started to build me up, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. She wanted to finish me in her mouth but I pulled her up, hands tangling in her hair.

“No, not like this.”

I sat her in my lap and she squirmed enough to make my eyes roll back. I pulled her full, gorgeous breasts out from the lace, which pushed them up and out. I bent my head to trap one dark peak in my mouth, and her hands fisted in my hair. My mouth sucked as she writhed on top of me. I switched to the other breast and she gasped.

This was the woman I wanted, needed.

The expression on her face was dazed, but I was hungry and determined. And we weren’t done here.

Her eyes widened with surprise at the tearing sound. She looked down to where I’d just ripped the lace from her hips.

“Sorry, kitten,” I groaned. She looked, fascinated, at the scrap of lace in my hand, then back at me. “I’ll buy you a thousand more exactly like that.”

No more waiting. My fingers found her. Fuck, she was soaked, and I couldn’t wait to feel her clench around me. I pulled her back for a hard, desperate kiss.

“Tell me it’s only me. It’s always me,” I demanded. I knew she hadn’t been with anyone since she’d come back to New York this summer, but I wanted to hear her say it.

“There hasn’t been anyone, Nate, since you.”

I froze as her words sank in. “You mean—”

She shook her head, sending dark hair in waves around her shoulders. “Not just this summer. Since I met you,” she whispered meaningfully.

The months I had agonized over her, she had done the same over me. No one else had tasted her, been inside her, made her cry out since I’d laid eyes on her dancing with her friend in that club.

I lost it.

My fingers tightened on her hips, digging in and pulling down. I sheathed myself inside her slick body as we groaned into each other’s mouths. She was so tight and full. My cock was so deep in her, I never wanted to leave.

One of her hands pressed into my shoulders, the other gripping my hair as she pulled herself up and then back down on me. My fingers squeezed her tight ass as I helped lift and lower her, angling my hips to go deeper still. Her thighs clenched.

Ava’s green eyes were on mine, our faces a breath apart. I could see this was overwhelming her as much as me. The emotion coupled with the physical sensations combined, riding us higher.

“Oh God, Nate,” she whispered.

I felt more than I thought it was possible to feel. And we were kissing but not really. She was gasping and I was groaning.

When she came, her fingers squeezed the back of my neck as everything in her tightened and exploded. I pulsed into her one last time before coming with a groan.

Now that I had this girl, I never wanted to occupy another time, another space without her.