Ant doesn’t laugh along as loudly as Gerwyn and me once Gerwyn has turned the volume down. He seems quite rigid as he holds me to his side.
“Looks like you two are having fun,” he comments and I nod.
“Yeah, we are. It’s been amazing. Gerwyn and I have been having a great time. Will be even better now you’re here to join in with us, won’t it, Ger?”
“Sure will,” Gerwyn says, smiling back.
Ant doesn’t look so convinced though. His eyes shoot to the coffee table and our wine glasses and empty cupcake plates, and I get a flush of embarrassment out of nowhere, feeling the need to justify it somehow.
“I made your spicy pepper and kale noodles. There’s some left if you want to try them?”
“I’ve eaten already,” Ant says. “I grabbed dinner on the way back, since I was desperate to get here and see you. Seems you were too busy dancing with Gerwyn to get my messages, though.”
I get another flush of embarrassment at the fact that I was. I think my phone is still on the kitchen counter. I haven’t even thought about it since serving up noodles.
“I’m so glad you came back,” I say with gratitude, giving him another kiss on the lips. “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.”
“No, it seems not,” he replies with a smirk on his face. “Seems like neither of you were prepared for me to walk through the door. I appeared as a walk on addition to the most cringeworthy rendition of a movie dance I’ve ever seen.”
It feels bizarrely hurtful, even though it’s clearly meant as a joke. I brush my hypersensitivity aside and grin over at Gerwyn.
“We could show Ant the lift, couldn’t we? See if we can do a better version for him.”
Gerwyn laughs with a smile back. “We could try.”
“Don’t bother,” Ant replies. “I saw more than enough, thanks.” He looks at me with heat in his eyes that makes my heart thump faster. “My priority is getting you upstairs and into bed with me right now.”
Yeah, it’s later than I thought. Almost midnight.
I nod with a flash of happiness as he puts his hand on the bottom of my back. I’m transported back to the time he first walked downstairs in public with me, with his hand placed in that exact same spot.
Possession. Lust. Need.
It will always feel incredible to be wanted by a man like him.
“Night night,” I say to Gerwyn, giving him a wave.
“Night,” he replies, giving a wave in return.
“Guess we won’t be seeing you tomorrow, since you’re off to London,” Ant says to him. “I figured you could do with some time back in Berlin, so I’ve booked you a flight on Sunday morning. You can stay over with Richard tomorrow night and fly straight out from Gatwick.”
Gerwyn looks a bit taken aback, clearly shuffling his plans in his head. He grabs his phone and scrolls through.
“I wasn’t actually planning on going to London tomorrow...”
“Bonus for you, then. Extra time for you on the crusading front,” Ant says, then takes my hand. “Bedtime, baby. See you soon, Gerwyn.”
I don’t know what to do, so give Gerwyn another wave. “See you soon.”
“Yeah,” he says, picking up his cigarettes. “See you soon.”
Ant grabs us both a mineral water from the kitchen on the way through, and I get a tingle in my stomach, knowing that tonight is going to be a fiery one. I’d almost forgotten how darkly passionate Ant is with every breath he takes, having been so caught up with friendly laughter and chatting with Gerwyn these past few evenings. The contrast is phenomenal.
I walk upstairs ahead of him, feeling his eyes burning me with every step. I don’t bother starting up a conversation once he’s closed the bedroom door behind us. He’s on me like a hungry beast as soon as he’s put our water glasses down, pulling me into his arms and pressing his mouth straight onto mine. I kiss him back, hit by the wave of passion along with his, but he pulls away, taking hold of my hair and tugging my head back hard.
His eyes are so fierce they burn.
“Seems like you were enjoying your dance session,” he whispers, with a filthy smirk. “Did he try to touch your cunt?”
I laugh a quiet giggle. “No, of course not.”
“Just as well,” Ant hisses. “He may be able to lift you up in the air like he’s some kind of movie sap, but he wouldn’t have a fucking clue what to do with you afterwards. I doubt his dick even remembers what cunt feels like.”
It’s such a cutting statement, masked with a smirk, but I don’t get the chance to think about it.
He unbuttons my blouse as he’s kissing me, and I gasp against his mouth as he squeezes my tits through my bra.