“Well, no. Not yet. You’ll be my first.” I almost choke on my water. “Are you okay?”
No, but I shake my head yes. She really is going to kill me. Her innocence is intoxicating. I am too rough around the edges for her. I don’t know how to handle something so beautiful. I’ll figure it out because I know what I have to do now. I have to get my hooks into her. If I want to keep her attention, I am going to have to make her fall in love with me.
That's been my plan all along. From the moment I saw my little pixie, I knew that I’d do anything to make her mine.
10
Neily
“I don’t think I can eat any more,” I say as I take another lick from my ice cream. I hold it up to Tomas. He takes a lick for himself. My mind flashes to the night in his bed when he licked between my thighs. I want that again. He was starting to drive me crazy with all his small touches. I want more of them. Something about him is so comforting.
I asked if he wanted to go back to his place but he said he would rather walk me back to mine. I think he may have turned me down for sex. As bold as I can be about asking for things, I find I can’t bring myself to outright ask him. For the first time in my life I am afraid of rejection.
“I was impressed with how much you did eat.”
I look up at him. He’s got a smirk on his lips. He pulls me in closer to him as we walk down the sidewalk with his arm around me. I think more than a few people know who he is.
They often take a double look at him. I saw the waitress try and slip her number to him. He balled it up and tossed it onto the table. I felt jealous. It was a feeling I wasn't used to. I shouldn’t be. He didn't give her a second look. It’s the opposite when it comes to me; he can’t take his eyes off me. He hangs on my every word.
“Yeah. I think I didn't eat yesterday.” A string of curses comes from Tomas, making me laugh. “What? I was busy.” I leave out the part about me being busy online stalking him and then stopping by his gym. He doesn't need to know all that. A girl has to have some secrets.
We finally make it up to my apartment. Tomas walks me to my door and I’m silently praying that he comes in. I don’t want tonight to be over already. How did I go from running from his bed to trying to get him to stay in mine? I was a hot mess that didn’t know what I wanted.
“This is me.” I pull out my key and slide it into the lock. I take a deep breath and open my door. I step in, but Tomas grabs my hand before I go any further. He pulls me into him and his mouth seals over mine. I open for him and his tongue slips into my mouth. I can still taste a hint of the ice cream that he licked from my cone earlier. I try to pull him inside of my place, but he doesn’t budge. I break the kiss, wondering why the hell he’s not coming in.
“You realize I’m a lot smaller than you, right? If I could, I would drag you into my place, but I can’t, so why don’t you help me out here?” I put my hands on my hips. This man just won't give it up. I thought men fell right into bed with women. I must be really out of touch with this dating stuff.
“Give me your number.” He pulls out his cell phone.
“Why, are you going to booty call me?” I tease, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Number, pixie.” My nipples harden at his stern tone. I take his phone from his hand. He thinks I’m going to put my number in it but instead, I turn around and walk into my house with it. He follows me in, letting the door fall closed behind him. I smile to myself, knowing I have him exactly where I want him.
“I don’t want you to leave.” He gives me a sexy grin. It’s not cocky at all. He’s happy I want him to stay, but why does it feel as though he’s still trying to keep some space between us?
“I fucking love that you say what you’re thinking. It’s refreshing.” He walks over toward me. His hand goes to my ponytail, pulling my hair down. “Is it that you don’t want to be alone or that you want me here?”