“That’s twenty minutes away.” I curl my lip and try to make sense of why she’s been around my neighborhood so much. “Is she screwing someone in my neighborhood?”
“God, no.” She giggles and slaps the table. “She’s been following you for years.” She looks up at the ceiling. “This is so embarrassing. She takes pictures of you and sends them to me.”
I cock an eyebrow and give her a leering once over. “Did you ask her to?”
“No.” She bites her bottom lip. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the view.”
“In any of them, was I naked?”
She coughs. “Where exactly would she get nude photos of you? Do you run around your yard in the buff?”
“If I knew she was taking pictures of me for you, I would have.” I motion to her cellphone. “Call her. I can drop my pants in about ten seconds. Give me five.”
Her eyes darken, and her chest expands. I try not to ogle her breasts, but they’re right there. Begging for my attention.
The tension in the air is nothing like the one we first navigated. This one is ripe with need and longing that has been years in the making. I want to touch her. Taste her. Explore every inch of her body. I know everything that pleases her, and she knows my body in ways that no one else ever will.
“Let’s skip the photos.” She bites her bottom lip. “Are you sure your friend will let us stay here?”
Shit. My entire body tightens and almost vibrates with desire. Is this real? Or a very detailed fantasy I dreamed up? Because I’ve got that shit down to a science.
“Are you sure?” I don’t move. If I touch her before I’m positive this is what she wants, I won’t be able to stop. One kiss and I’m going to be lost. Fuck. I’ve been lost for years. One touch, and I’ll be found. “I need to know you’re sure, because if you aren’t…” I shake my head. “I want you, Princess, but not if you don’t want it as bad.”
She tries to steady her hands on the table. “Trey, I want you. Make love to me.”
Motherfucker. My entire being convulses, and my cock strains against the zipper of my jeans. I’m not even sure if I can stand up, I’m so hard. I inhale and blow out a long breath of air.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Her face falls.
“I’m about to unravel over here.” I grab her hand and lean across the table. “Don’t move.”
“Okay.” Her eyes dart around the room as if she’s seeing the crowd for the first time in hours.
“Natalie, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, but if I don’t take a second, I’m going to drag you over the table and fuck you right here.”
“Oh, my God,” her gasp is audible enough, the people behind us turn and glower.
“He’s not going to be able to help you.” I will my erection to ease a fraction so I can st
and up.
“Trey…”
“I’m fine.” I close my eyes and count to ten. Okay. I can do this. You are not going to fuck this up. Because once I’m inside her, she’s never getting away. I don’t care how far she runs this time; I’m following her. She may not be ready to hear it yet, but it’s a reality she’s going to have to accept. I’m taking what has always been mine – Natalie and our future family.
Chapter Ten
Natalie
The second the door shuts behind us, my hands shake uncontrollably. What am I doing? When I came to the bar, my only intent was to sit in silence for a few hours and try to decide my next move. I wasn’t anticipating hooking up with my ex-boyfriend. When was the last time I shaved my legs? Shit. Not recent enough.
His breath fans the hairs at the base of my neck, causing me to shiver. Instead of looking at him, I take in the space around us.
The office apartment space is large. There is a wooden desk in the corner and a living room setting with a sofa and chairs grouped together in the center.
On one side of the room are two closed doors. I assume they are a bedroom and a bathroom, but they could hold other items. Maybe I should ask for a grand tour. Or go back to my father’s place. Yes, I’m totally chickening out.
“Natalie?”