It’s been two days since I’ve seen Lilah. I kissed her goodnight at her door and saw her inside and then left. Everything seemed fine. We had a great night and I didn’t press her for more. Then she ignored my calls all day yesterday and today she’s still not answering. To add insult to injury she sent me a work-related text and really pissed me off.

Lilah: You have a photo shoot on Friday at noon.

That’s it? Nothing about our date two nights ago.

Me: That’s all you have to say?

Lilah: That’s all that’s scheduled for now. I’ll update you if more is added.

I didn’t bother replying. I was too angry at the time and now hours later I’m still worked up. My hands grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are white. The traffic from the city to Greenwich has been lighter than most nights and I make it to Lilah’s house sooner than I anticipated. Most of her interior lights are out. Is she in bed already? Only one way to find out.

Raising my fist to knock, I hesitate and change my mind, instead running my fingers through my hair. Shit. What is it about Lilah that has me second guessing myself? She’s everything I ever imagined she’d be and I’m tired of how we keep dancing around each other. It’s time to make her mine and put an end to all the doubts in her head. The time for indecision is over. I’ve always been a go after what I want guy; why have I been so different when it comes to her?

My knuckles rap sharply against the intricately carved wood and my heart thunders in my chest as I wait for her to answer. Impatient, I knock again. The door opens inward and Lilah frowns.

“What are you doing here?” She stands with one foot on top of the other, hugging the edge of the door for security or balance; I’m not sure which.

“We need to talk,” I state, brushing by her. I’m not giving her any chance to send me on my way before I’ve said my peace.

“You want to come in?” she quips, closing the door. Spinning around she leans back against the wood as if she wants to remain as far away from me as possible. Looking her over, I notice the tiny sleep shorts and matching tank top she’s wearing. I have to bite back a groan when I notice her taut nipples poking through the light blue material. Her hair is a tousled cloud around her head as if she just woke up.

My feet stalk toward her and she must see the purpose in my stride. Her eyes meet mine and flare open with a combination of panic and desire. Whatever this is between us, it’s growing daily and it’s not one sided She wants me as much as I want her.

Her mouth opens and closes, working to form words, with no luck. Stopping when the tips of my sneakers are just shy of her bare toes, I cage her in with my arms. Resting my palms flat on the cold wood on either side of her shoulders, I bend my arms, sinking slowly toward her. She licks her lips just before my nose nuzzles the tip of hers. A ragged exhale bordering on a moan fans over my mouth at the contact. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.” Staring down into her flushed face, my eyes peruse her shiny, wet lips and my teeth clench together tight enough to make my molars creak. Fuck if I don’t want to bite her plump, red bottom lip. “Tell me, Lilah. If you don’t want this speak up now or I’m not gonna stop until you’re screaming my name and coming on my cock.”

Her breath noticeably hitches at my descriptive words. “I mean it, Lilah. What’s it gonna be?” I grit out the question and as soon as I do, I wish I could claw those words back from space. Rake them up and shove them inside my head where they belong and pretend that yes is the only reply she’d give.

Her wide green eyes gleam up at me like emeralds flickering in the entryway light. She nervously works her bottom lip between her teeth. I can practically hear gears grinding inside her head as she mulls her decision over. She tends to overcomplicate things.

“Lilah, don’t overthink it; just make a choice. What do you want? It’s as easy as that.”

“I want you, but…”

“But what?” I raise both hands palm up, moving them up and down like a scale. “You want me, or you don’t. Yes or No? Which is it going to be?” I’m not going to pressure her or lead her one way or the other. This needs to be her decision with zero coercion on my part. I don’t want her regretting her choice later.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“What?” I question to make sure I heard her correctly.

“Yes, I want this.”

“You’re sure?” She nods. “I’ll go as slow as you want, Lilah. There’s no take backs once we do this. You’re going to be crossing a line and you can’t pretend it doesn’t exist or that it never happened.”

“I know. I’ve given a lot of thought to this over the past few weeks. It’s what I want.”

“You’re sure?”

She nods. I capture her lips with a groan, pressing every inch of her body against the front of me. She feels so small as I scoop her up in my arms, keeping our mouths connected the entire way up the stairs. At the top, our lips part and she points me in the direction of her room. The only sounds between us are the harsh breaths leftover from our kiss and the soles of my sneakers against the hardwood floors.

Her legs wrap tighter around my hips, heels digging into my ass with each step I take. Walking to the foot of her bed, I lower her to the mattress and come down on top of her, kicking my shoes off behind me.

She grinds her pussy into the steel length of my dick. “You little tease,” I growl and nuzzle my nose into the sweet-smelling curve behind her ear. “Do you know what happens when you tease me?”

“No,” she whispers. Raising my head, I stare down at her. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does in the waning evening light. Her fair tresses are fanned out on her stark white pillow case and her green eyes shine darkly in contrast.

“Let me show you.” I flash a wolfish grin before dropping my lips to the dark valley between her tits. Placing hot, wet kisses along the top curves of each breast, I grip the bottom edge of her top, tugging it over her head. All conscious thought leaves me as I study her naked torso. My fingertips skim over her flat stomach, up her ribcage until my palms each cup a breast. She moans when I squeeze her flesh and skim my thumbs over her nipples. “Look at you.” There’s wonder in my tone. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I grip the waistband of her shorts in my hands and slowly peel them down her golden legs until she’s completely naked in front of me. “Lilah, you’re perfect.” I’m dumbstruck as my gaze runs over her. Me, the guy who speaks in front of millions of viewers on a nightly basis, can barely form a simple sentence just from looking at her golden skin, gentle curves and lean muscles.

Lowering my chest to the mattress, my hands tuck beneath her ass gripping each round cheek. Her legs drape over my shoulders, heels dig into my back, urging me on. Mouth hovering over her pink, glistening pussy, I growl, “This is mine,” before my lips pluck her clit between them.

She whimpers, raising her hips. She tastes sweeter than I imagined. My tongue spirals around the bundle of nerves before gliding through her slit to dip inside her wet heat. Fingers clutch my hair, fingernails dig into my scalp as she presses her heels into my back silently begging me for more. Flicking and circling my tongue over the engorged flesh I drive her pleasure on until she shakes and trembles through her orgasm.

Kneeling, I tear off my shirt and undo my pants. Climbing from the bed, I strip off the remainder of my clothes and climb back between her thighs. Nudging the tip of my cock against her entrance, her wet warmth entices me to come inside. Slowly rocking my hips, I sink deeper until I’m buried to the hilt and her wet pussy is gripping my cock. Oh fuck. Pressing her knees toward her chest, my fingers clutch the back of her lower thighs and I begin to thrust. Harder and faster, my hips move in a relentless pursuit of orgasm until I release, a deep guttural groan escaping from my lips. I’ll never get enough of her tight pussy. I want to stay buried inside her forever.

Releasing her legs, I roll to the side and situate her on my chest. “That was unbelievable.” My fingers caress her soft hair. “You know this changes thing, right?”

She rests her chin on my chest, peering up at me. “Yeah, I know. There’s no going back. I’m just not sure how far forward I’m ready to go right now.”