I reach up and wrap my hand around hers. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her no when she flinches. I let her go and realize that I’d forgotten her hurt hand. “Yeah,” I grunt and then clear my throat. “Yeah, I’m coming up. I’m going to take care of that hand.”
She turns then, and I follow her through the door. The doorman has it open for her, and he’s openly watching me in disgust. I’m sure he doesn’t get a lot of men in here that are covered in tattoos. The high dollar apartment building and snooty doorman is just another sign that Brooke, my Angel, is out of my league. Regardless, I nod at him and follow Brooke into the elevator. “I’m on the fifth floor,” she says, and then turns to look at me. “But you probably already know that.”
I don’t answer her either way. Instead I stand next to her and swear I can feel the heat coming off her body. She takes a step closer to me, and my hand that is hanging at my side brushes along her jean-clad thigh. She sucks in a breath, and I clench my eyes tightly together to refrain from taking her right now against the elevator wall.
She’s too good for you, Lane.
The elevator dings, letting us know we have arrived just as the doors come open. I follow behind her and watch her ass swing from side to side. I’ve watched her walk a hundred times, and I know she’s swinging her hips with more effort tonight, and I know it’s just for me.
She unlocks the door and pushes it open, and I follow her in. She drops her phone and keys on the counter and looks up at me. The look on her face is so hopeful, I know I need to get out of here before I do something that I can’t take back.
“May I see your hand?”
She holds it out to me instantly, and I hold it in both of mine, lifting it to the light. Luckily there is no skin broken. I push along her knuckles. “Does that hurt?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think it’s broken. Just bruised.”
I walk over to the freezer and peek in. After rummaging, I pull out a bag of frozen peas. “You need to put this on it so the swelling will go down.”
I wrap it in a dish towel hanging from a cabinet door and gesture to the table. She sits down on the edge of her seat, and I pull a chair out and sit down next to her. She’s already holding her hand out, and I gently put the frozen bag on her knuckles. “Is this okay?”
She nods, staring up at me wide-eyed.
“So I’m guessing that you know who I am,” she says.
I don’t want to admit I do, but yeah, I know everything about her. Her family comes from old money. Wilson, the next town over, is where she’s from. Her family founded the city or some shit, and well, everyone knows who the Wilsons are. Just like anyone that knows her knows she’s too good for the likes of me.
She’s still looking at me. “Yeah,” I mutter, “I know who you are.”
She licks her lips, and I barely contain my groan. Images of her sweet, cherry lips wrapped around my cock are going through my head. My cock is lengthening in my pants, and I know I need to get out of here. I stand up, turning away from her before she sees what she’s doing to me. “I need to go.”
I get up quickly and start for the door when the chair screeches across the floor, and I can feel her behind me. “Wait. You don’t have to go.”
“I do. I should go.”
“Well, let me pay you for driving me home.”
That stops me, and I turn just for her to run into my chest with a loud umph. My hands go to her shoulders. “I’m not taking your money.”
She blinks at my harsh tone. “I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to offend you.”
Because I’m weak and have no control. Because she’s way too good for me and all I want is one taste and I know this is my only chance, I wrap my hand around her neck and bend her head back so she’s looking up at me. Her chest is heaving, and with each breath her nipples are brushing against me. “If you don’t want to offend me then don’t offer me money.”
She bites her lip again, something I’ve noticed she does when she’s nervous. “Fine. I just wanted to thank you.”
My hand slides up her neck, and I cup her cheek. Her eyes widen, and she’s staring at my lips. “You want to thank me?”
She nods slowly.
“Then let me kiss you. One kiss,” I all but grunt at her.
I’m like a schoolboy, just about to blow my load in my pants, and all she’s done is stare up at me. I can only imagine if I saw her without her clothes or if she touched me.
“Yes.” She breathes the word heavily.
And that’s all it takes. I lean down until we are only inches apart. She’s staring at my lips, and I can see the hunger. She wants this. She either doesn’t know or doesn’t care how bad I am for her, because she wants it.
“Open your mouth,” I demand.