He gave me a full smile that made me go a little dizzy. “Sixth floor. You?” he asked.
“Me too.” Seeing as there were only two apartments on each floor, my guess was that we shared a wall. “Small world,” I mumbled with a grin.
He gestured for me to walk into the building first. I got up to the door and turned to thank him, not expecting him to be right behind me. He was so close that when I turned, our noses just about touched.
Jerking back, I lost my footing and started to fall. My brain stopped working as he held my waist to steady me, and I grabbed his forearms for balance. I sucked in my breath at the feel of his warm hands wrapped around me, making me feel petite. It would be just like me to fall on my ass in front of this man. He held me, staring at my lips. I swallowed around the lump in my throat and puffed out a small breath. His unique scent surrounded me, making me stifle my sigh of satisfaction.
His gaze finally left my lips as he mumbled, “My shift was over thirty minutes ago, and I was on my way home anyway.” His sweet-smelling breath fanned across my face. It wouldn’t take much to lean in the extra few inches and seal my lips with his. “I can go if I’m making you uncomfortable.”
Uncomfortablewasn’t the term I would have used.Unsteady,wanting,needy. Those were words I would use to describe how I was feeling. The question popped into my head and out of my mouth before I could even stop it. “How old are you?”
He let out a burst of air that ended in a chuckle. “That’s a very random question, sweetheart. I’m twenty-six. Can I ask your age, too?” He smiled like I was one of the most amusing things he had seen in a while.
I blushed at the term of endearment. I was breathless when I told him. “Old enough to have a daughter in college,” I murmured. I forced myself to turn around and headed toward the elevator with him hot on my heels. How was I supposed to share an elevator with him when I could barely stand next to him without losing my balance?
As we entered the elevator, both of our fingers reached for the number six. He chuckled and gestured for me to go ahead. I pushed the button and held my breath as the doors closed.
I tried to ignore it, I really did. The tension built higher and higher. I could feel the air sizzling, getting ready to pop. I kept my eyes straight ahead, afraid to look over at him. I could feel his gaze roaming over me. If looks could burn, I would have been on fire.
I glanced at his hands that were shoved in his pockets, like he was trying to hold himself back. I let my gaze trail up his strong arms, to his shoulders and chest, then to his face. We made eye contact and held for what felt like minutes. I felt like there was an audible crack in the air when the tension broke.
Heath mumbled a curse as he lunged for me, pushing me against the wall and trapping me. He sank his hands into my hair and held me still as his lips crashed down on mine. His tongue practically begged for entry, and he groaned as I opened under him. With his body flush against mine, I could feel how much he wanted me.
I moaned and brought one of my legs up around his hip. He quickly caught it and ground down on my sex as he kept kissing me as if his life depended on it. His other hand left my hair and made its way to my breast. I could feel my nipple tighten as his fingers dragged across it, and I nearly squealed as he seductively pinched it through the fabric. I expected pain but was surprised when it was heat that zapped right to my core. I had never felt like this before.
My hands found their way into his hair, tugging. It was as silky as I thought it would be. He rewarded me with another groan into my mouth. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmured against my lips. A fresh wave of arousal rushed to my pussy as he ground his erection against me.
I pulled away long enough to push my hand between us. I needed to feel him. I could feel how hard he was under the fabric, but I needed more.
I looked back up at him as I tugged the hem of his shirt up, exposing the slightest amount of warm skin. He took my mouth again as my hands made contact with his hard abs. He groaned as if my touch pleased him before he fumbled with the button on my jeans.
I hadn’t been kissed like this since … ever. I have never in my life wanted someone to put their hands on me as much as I wanted Heath to. I felt him get the button released, and his fingers brushed the top of my panties. Then he let his fingers graze just below the seam, and I sucked in a harsh breath against his mouth.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, warning bells rang. I’d just met this man, and I was letting him fuck me in the elevator. I ignored all those bells as Heath pushed his fingers just a little further down.
My breath hitched as he got closer and closer to where I needed him. I nearly convulsed on the spot as his finger dragged right along my engorged clitoris. “Fuck, you’re so wet, sweetheart.” He groaned as he circled the nub lightly.
The ding barely registered in my lust-filled brain as we made it to the sixth floor. I was so consumed with Heath that I didn’t realize someone was standing at the door until they cleared their throat. “Looks like I should probably take the stairs.”
Chapter Three
My eyes popped open, and I tried to push Heath away. He seemed to come out of our lust bubble to scowl at our visitor. He still took his time removing his hand from my panties and lowering my leg. I was sure my face was fifty shades of red as I tried to catch my breath. I looked up at our visitor, trying to hide my embarrassment as well as I could.
If Heath was a Greek god, then this man was a Viking. He was taller than Heath but just as muscular. Where Heath seemed to be bulkier, this man was lean. I had no doubt he would be able to hold his own though.
He was smiling down at me as if I looked like a particularly juicy steak. His amber eyes almost seemed to pull me in. His hair was just about as long as Heath’s but a very light blond. He had the start of a beard that covered a very sharp-looking jawline. I couldn’t help the thought of what that beard would feel like against my naked skin. Standing there in his ripped blue jeans and leather jacket, he looked like sin on a stick.
“Sorry to interrupt the party, Heath,” he said, not taking his eyes off me.
I pulled away and tried to shrink into the corner of the elevator.
Heath looked at our intruder, cleared his throat, and said, “Reid, I thought you had to work early and were turning in for the night.”
Reid finally took those scolding eyes off me and looked at Heath. “Greg called in, so I have the graveyard shift. Looks like I’ll be missing out on some fun though,” he said with a pout as he turned his attention back to me.
I didn’t quite understand what he meant by that, but I let it go.
Heath grunted at his friend, accepting his answer. Then he turned back to me. “Kate, this is my roommate, Reid Hudson. Reid, this is our next-door neighbor, Kate.” He said the latter with a small smirk.