Nicholas
I stand outside of Emerson’s apartment, my body pressed firmly to hers, using it to hold her in place. I use my lips and tongue to taste the silky skin at the base of her neck, my mind screaming for more. I firmly bind her wrists above her head with my right hand. My body is humming with need as I fight the urge to take her right then and there. Gone is the woman who was timid and shy only a few hours ago, the one who had convinced herself everything in life has to be on the straight and narrow. Telling herself there is no room for error and no room for desire is a thing of the past. In that woman’s place is this vixen hidden inside Emerson.
“I should go,” I say, despite every single vision rolling around in my mind. What I truly want to do is follow her inside and give her everything she’s been missing out on over and over. I want to hear her scream my name. I want to keep her body writhing beneath mine as she chases her next release. I want her depleted and exhausted after hours of me pulling every ounce of pleasure she allows me to rob.
“I really should go.”
Emerson lowers her head, tucking her chin once more toward her chest like she is embarrassed.
“Don’t.” Once I say the word she looks up at me. “Believe me when I say that walking away now is nowhere near what I want to do. I’m just trying to be a good guy here.” She tilts her head, giving me a challenging stare. I know if she does test or push me there’s absolutely no hope of me walking away. “I’d like to see you again, Emerson…” she seems surprised, “…and soon.”
“I rarely have the time—”
“Make the time,” I interrupt her, refusing to let her back out of this now. She’d already gifted me with the realization of knowing she is just as into me as I am into her. Allowing her to convince me otherwise at this point was something I wouldn’t let happen. “Remember what I said before, I’m not a man that walks away from something I want.”
“What is it you want?” She finally asks as her eyes meet mine. I see the hunger there, the arousal, the dilated gaze.
“I want the chance to see where this attraction between us goes.”
“What if it doesn’t take us any further than tonight.”
“That’s not an option,” I assure her as I brush my lips to hers once more. “You can agree to see me again, or I can just harass you until you have no other choice.”
“This coming from a man of law.” A sweet grin tugs at the corner of her mouth. A playfulness dancing in her eyes makes my pulse quicken.
“Oh yeah,” I say with a matching grin, “and you should know now that I know just how to get away with it.”
“Should I be afraid?”
I chuckle because she looks anything but afraid. In fact, I would say she looks ready for the chase. “You should be very afraid.”
I kiss her once more and am about to leave as she hooks her leg up over my hip and uses it to pull me in closer. I know in that instant if I slide my hand over just a few inches there will be nothing to stop me from feeling her heat. The dress she is wearing barely covers her as it is, but in this position, I understood what it was revealing.
“You’re making it hard for me to walk away.” The husky hunger in my voice sounds more like a growl.
“I can feel something between us that’s hard too.” The comment seems so out of her realm, or at least that of the girl she tries to be. Instead of responding, I push my hips forward, and her head falls back against the wall behind her with a small thud. She bites her lower lip as she shifts her own body, rubbing her heat against my erection.
“Tomorrow,” I demand and she shakes her head, trying to move her body from mine. I reach around, cupping her ass in my palm and pull her tighter against me. “Tomorrow,” I repeat and her eyes open to meet mine. “I wanna take you to dinner and then I want us to pick back up where we left off tonight.”
“Why tomorrow and not now?”
“Because though my mind is screaming to take what you’re offering, I want to give you the opportunity to decide if it’s truly what you want.”
I finally step back and carefully lower her leg to the floor. Quickly, she straightens her skirt and lifts her gaze to meet my own once more. “What if the haze clears and I decide this was all a mistake?”
“I’m not worried,” I say, cupping the side of her face in my palm. “There is just entirely too much attraction here for either of us to ignore.” She doesn’t try to deny it, and I’m thankful. “I’ll be here tomorrow night at seven.” When she attempts to speak, I kiss her once more. “Seven,” I repeat and her eyes flutter open as her gaze locks with mine.
When I assume she’s going to argue, she surprises me and nods in agreement.
I step back further and against my better judgment, I walk away without a glance back. I know if I do look, there will be no way I would be able to leave this building without going against everything I just told her.
* * *
“How was your night?” I hold my phone to my ear and wait for Spencer to respond. “Hello?”
“Shit,” he mumbles. “Sorry man, I was a little busy.”
“Do I even want to know what you’re busy doing?”
When he chuckles and I hear a woman’s voice, I know he isn’t alone. “Probably not,” he says confidently. “I think the images it would inflict in your mind would do nothing but damage your innocent soul.”
For the first time in, well, forever, I envy my best friend. But then I realize I could’ve been waking up next to Emerson just as he is Gianna. I could have spent my night getting lost in a beautiful woman. But instead, I get to see her again tonight and that somehow seems denying myself was worth it.
“The fact that you’re calling me this early in the morning tells me that you struck out with Emerson.” I hear Gianna say something about me hoping for the good of my health that I didn’t hurt her friend, which makes me laugh.
“You can assure fireball there that I was a complete gentleman, unlike you.”
“Oh, I was a definite gentleman,” he says, and I can practically visualize his cocky arrogance. “Well, I started out gentle anyway, but this girl doesn’t like it slow."
“Okay, enough jackass.”
“Somebody is feisty,” he chuckles.
“I was calling to see if you wanted to hit the gym, but I sense that you have very little energy left.” I stand from my couch and move toward my bedroom. “I think I’ll just call Terry or Frank.”
“I would go for Terry.”
“Why’s that?” I hit the speaker and set the phone on my dresser as I pull my t-shirt over my head.
“I talked to Frank for a few minutes last night and let me just assure you that his night was quite eventful.” There is a silent pause before Spencer takes it upon himself to give me the nastiest break down possible. “You remember the lady that won him?”
“Yes.” She was probably old enough to be his mother, or pretty damn close. “Well, it would seem she didn’t only bid on him for herself, but two of her friends were in on it too. The man barely made it to the parking lot before they were all on him like a pack of horny teenagers. He may be out of commission for a day or two.”
I shiver at the thought.
“I’m done,” I say as I tap the end call button and walk away from my phone, regretting that I ever called him in the first place. I had to burn off some of this energy before tonight, or I was afraid we wouldn’t make it to dinner. Fuck, I am wired more than I think I ever have been. Each time I close my eyes, I can feel Emerson’s body pressed to mine. I can hear her whimpers, feel the way her hips shifted as she rubbed herself against me. Since leaving her place last night, I’ve beat off twice and it only seems to be making matters worse. It was having the opposite effect on my arousal because my fist isn’t fucking enough.
I need to feel her. I know nothing else will simmer this ache.