I wanted to tell him to drop me off. Now was the worst time for him to find out where I lived.
Drop me now.
That was what I intended to say, but instead, I said something honest.
“I want to be with you.”
Joshua’ whole body seemed to relax. His lips curved into a small smile, and he squeezed my hand.
“Good,” he said.
He leaned forward, and I tensed a little, but he only pecked my cheek before letting go of my hand. He took his phone out of his pocket, typed something on it, and then put it away.
“Do you mind fixing your clothes now?” he asked, eyes dropping to my chest. “It’s a little distracting.”
“Oh.”
My cheeks warmed a little. I fixed my dress up, and when he held his hand out, I turned so he could zip up the back for me. Then, I picked up my coat from where it had fallen to the floor of the car.
“We’ll be at my place soon,” he said.
Then, he sat back, and I sat forward, though there was nothing to see but the pitch black partition. I looked down, and his leg was bouncing lightly in impatience.
He probably wanted to get back quickly.
I sat silently, biting softly at my lip. I had told him the truth, but I was still hesitant. Wouldn’t he find it odd if I told him not to suck on my breasts again? He could get suspicious, especially since I used to love it when he did it before absolutely.
My thoughts kept tumbling over each other, and before I knew it, the limo had stopped.
“Alessandra? We’re here.”
I turned to Joshua, who already had his door open. Seeing that he had my attention, he held his hand out to me, and I placed my hand in his. He helped me out of the car. The driver waited just outside, and he and Joshua shared a nod, then Joshua led me to the building. I didn’t have much time to look at it on the outside, besides noting that it was big. Joshua dragged me behind him at a higher than average pace, not fast, but with his long legs, I had to hurry a little to catch up.
We walked into the elevator, and he went still. He didn’t even look at me, but his hand was a bit tight around mine. He pressed the button for the highest floor.
Of course, he lives in the penthouse, I thought.
The ride took about a minute, and my heart beat uncontrollably in my chest the entire time. There was a short hall, with one side made of glass looking out to the city, and a single door some feet ahead of us. He had his key out by the time we made it to the door. There was a keypad where he entered a code before unlocking the door, and let us inside.
Then without turning the lights on, he led me inside, up against a short set of stairs. He knew the layout of his house well. On the second floor, he opened a door and finally turned on a light. I just barely caught sight of the bed in the room, before he tugged me inside, closed the door behind us, and whirled me around to press me against it.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” I asked, feeling a little breathless.
Joshua ducked his head and pressed a kiss to the base of my neck.
“I don’t want to give you time to change your mind again,” he admitted. “I thought my heart would stop before, thinking you were lying about wanting me. Alessandra…”
I had an idea what he wanted to say, and I rose up on tiptoes to press my lips against his and stop him. If he told me he still loved me right then, I would give in. The kiss was chaste and short; then I pushed against his chest.
His body tensed, but he moved back. His expression was careful.
“I’m not leaving,” I said comfortingly, patting his chest. “I wouldn’t have gotten out of the limo if I didn’t want to be here. But can I have a minute?”
He nodded and took a couple steps back. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
I nodded.
“The ensuite is over there.”