Her apartment is small but neat and cozy. She shrugs off her coat on the sofa and toes off her shoes. “Drink?”
“Sure thing. Thanks.” I take off my jacket, leave it on the sofa next to hers, and shove my hands in my pockets as I cross the living room to look out of the window at the street below.
“Brandy okay?”
I nod and she slides beside me, pushing the cool glass in my hand. “Thanks for punching out that creepy guy and bringing me home.”
Sipping at the brandy, I steal a look at her bright-eyed face. “No problem.”
“I’m new in town and I… I wanted to have a fun night out.”
“You have every right.”
“I wasn’t careful. That was a mistake.”
I sigh. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have invited me up.”
She laughs, a sweet sound. “Why? I’m not afraid of you.”
“Maybe you should be.”
She puts her glass on the window sill, and stares outside. “I think you’re the one afraid.”
I freeze, choke on my brandy and start to cough.
Fucking hell.
She laughs as I bend over, hacking, and takes the glass from my hand. Then she pats my back. “You okay?”
I nod and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “That went down the wrong way.”
Yep.
I take the glass from her hand and take another sip. It burns and soothes my raw throat.
She’s leaning back against the wall, her cheeks rosy, her mouth tilted in a smile, her tits heaving with each breath, barely contained in her black mini dress. She bends one leg at the knee, propping her bare foot on the wall, and my gaze trails down her long legs.
I gulp down the rest of the brandy.
It’s not helping.
“I should go.” But my feet don’t move from the spot. She smoothes a hand down her side and my eyes follow the movement, hypnotized. “You should tell me to go.”
“And if I don’t want to?”
“Fuck, I wanna kiss you.” I put my glass down and step closer, drawing in her scent.
“So kiss me.”
“Not a good idea. You heard Mr. Asshole back at the bar. I get rough with girls.”
“A bit of rough isn’t a bad thing.”
My control snaps, then, and I push her into the wall, my mouth crashing down on hers, my hands grabbing the back of her head, my fingers sinking in her silky hair.
Damn, she tastes as good as she smells, like strawberries and white chocolate and a hint of the brandy she’s been sipping. She gasps and I lick the inside of her mouth, wanting more. Wanting her to kiss me back.
Until she does, moaning and sliding her arms around me, pressing our bodies together, and it’s so fucking hot, it’s about to blow my mind.