She gasps when I lick a line down her neck and up to her lips. She whimpers when I hold our lips apart, not giving her the kiss she wants.
“Tell me,” I whisper against her lips.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
I reward her with the kiss she craves. She grips my shoulders and deepens the kiss. I quickly turn the tables, taking control of the kiss. I hold her close, pressing my now hard cock against her. She wriggles in my arms, rubbing her body against mine. I bite down on her lower lip in punishment for turning me on when I can’t have her.
She breaks away, panting. Her eyes are bright with arousal, and her lips are kiss swollen. She looks ready to be devoured.
“Time for you to go before I refuse to let you leave,” I say, promise in my tone.
“Probably a good idea,” she says reluctantly.
“Text me when you get home so I know you made it safely.”
“You’re asking for a lot tonight,” she teases.
I help her into the car and give her one more brief kiss before shutting the door. I watch her drive away, hating the feeling of loss that permeates my body. Part of me wants to head back into the club for a stiff drink, but I don’t want to deal with Tessa if she’s still hanging around. I don’t want to answer any more questions about Addy. Not when I have so many of my own.
I’m just locking my front door when my phone dingers with a text.
Home.
Good. Get some sleep, doll.
So bossy.
You know it.
I pour myself a drink and sip the amber liquid, enjoying the smoky flavor. I have a second drink, letting the alcohol calm my thoughts. It doesn’t help wipe Addy from my mind though. I fall asleep to thoughts of her, and she’s the first thing I think about when I wake up.
I grab my phone and tap out a quick text to her before I can think of a reason not to.
Morning, doll.
When she doesn’t reply right away, I decide I should go for a run so I don’t drive myself crazy with waiting for her response. I’m just getting out of the shower when I hear my phone ding.
Morning
Did you sleep well?
This time she responds quickly.
I slept great, actually. You?
I slept good too. What are you doing today?
I wait several minutes, but when there’s no response, I set my phone aside and head to the kitchen for breakfast. The morning drags on. I check my phone no less than a dozen times. I shake my head at myself for acting like a lovesick puppy.
It’s the afternoon before she finally replies.
Just typical Monday things.
That’s a nonanswer if there ever was one. I decide not to push because I don’t want her convincing herself that I’m a bad bet.
Monday things don’t sound like much fun.
Lol. Adulting is fun. What are you up to?