There’s obviously something about her that some part of me has responded to. And I need to figure it out.
I glance at my watch as I approach the Dover Street Market. It’s nearing the time that I’d normally head for the train, so maybe she’s leaving work. I catch a glimpse of long blonde waves and feel a rush of adrenaline and desire.
It’s her. She’s across the street, and I walk through the crowds as fast as I can, trying to catch up to her. She turns the corner and heads for the subway station just as the light changes and cars start flying down Lexington in the crazy way that only New York drivers do. Shit, I’m going to lose her.
Finally, I make my way across, practically running. I should feel ridiculous—this is so not me. But I need to talk to her. Ask her to dinner like I should have two fucking months ago.
I hit the stairs leading down to the platform, and see bright blonde just ahead boarding the train. I don’t think I’ll make it before the doors slide shut. But that’s not acceptable. I dodge and push through people, ignoring the dirty looks and dirtier comments tossed my way, and slip into the car just in time.
“Adrienne!”
She’s across the car, standing and holding onto a pole, her eyes wide as she stares at me in shock.
I push through the crowded train to get to her.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I smile, just glad that I finally found her, and take her hand. “I need to talk to you.”
The shiver that courses through her at my touch radiates back through my own body. It was like this in my apartment too. My body simply aware of hers, every touch electric. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and we didn’t even have sex.
Adrienne looks up at me, those blue eyes trying to read me.
“Why did you leave? Why did you run out?”
She presses her lips together and looks away. “I can’t explain it.”
Placing my palm on her cheek, I force her to look back at me. “Try.”
After a drawn out
pause, she finally speaks. “It just hit me. I don’t even know you, but I was ready to drag you to the floor and let you do anything you wanted to me.”
My eyebrows shoot up. I didn’t expect her to be so straightforward with it. Her bold words take me by surprise, as well as send a bolt of lust straight to my cock. That’s exactly what I wanted too.
The train stops and people get on and off. When we begin moving again, I lean in close and ask, “Then why didn’t you?”
She shakes her head. “I had to go. I knew if I let it go any further then I’d do something stupid. Like move in with you.”
I laugh. “You realize that was exactly why you came over in the first place.”
She smiles. “Yeah. But meeting my train guy for a quickie is a far cry from living with him.”
“Your train guy?”
Adrienne’s face turns red, and I can’t help brushing my lips over hers. She’s too cute. Her breath hitches. Cute, and totally fucking sexy.
“Don’t you see how complicated it would be? Would we be roommates? Fuck buddies?” She shrugs. “Complicated.”
I think I see what she’s getting at. “What if it’s something else entirely?”
She lifts confused eyes to mine. “What do you mean?”
I blow out a breath and go for it. “I mean, I think I might be crazy about you. I think I have been for months. How else can you explain that seeing you on the train is the best part of my day? Adrienne, I should have asked you out a long time ago, but it’s just something I don’t do. Now…”
I shake my head. “You’ve got me going crazy. I need more of this.” I gesture between us. “And this.”
I lower my mouth to hers in what I meant to be a soft kiss, but the minute our lips collide, something seems to snap in both of us.