She shakes her head. “No thank you, I want to sleep in my own bed tonight. And no offense, but sleeping in a clubhouse doesn’t sound that appealing.”
“Okay, well, I’ll drop you home and then call an Uber. Problem solved.”
“Atlas—”
“I promised your dad and Rhett I would make sure you got home safe, so I’m going to do that.” Hell, I would have done it anyway, even if they hadn’t said anything.
“Okay,” she agrees, and I ignore the annoyance in her tone as we head straight to her apartment. I park in her allocated spot and turn to her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, clasping the door handle, but she doesn’t open it.
“Like what?” I ask her.
“Like you want to kiss me,” she whispers, tilting her head to the side.
Tension starts to fill the car, because she’s right.
I do want to kiss her.
As a matter of fact, I want to do much more than that.
“Natalie—”
Before I can get my reply out, she lets go of the door, leans over and kisses me.
And then it’s like a switch is flicked, and all of a sudden we are all over each other. She moves to straddle me in my seat and my hands are on her ass, rubbing her against me as we passionately kiss. When she tries to undo my jeans, I open the car door, go around to her side and carry her out, closing the car door behind me.
“My bag,” she pants, and I carry her to the other side of the car to grab her bag. She fumbles with her keys, before finally getting us inside her apartment.
We don’t make it to her bed.
I lay her back on the carpet of her living room, we rip each other’s clothes off and I fuck her right there. It’s like a tennis match, as we touch on each other back and forth. Biting and scratching and kisses and strokes. It was probably the hottest spontaneous sex I’ve ever had. She isn’t shy in the least, pushing me back and taking my cock into her mouth, sucking with just the right pressure.
“Sit on my face,” I tell her, and she moves so we’re in a sixty-nine position.
She comes in my mouth, and then I flip her over and fuck her from behind until she comes again, and I do the same.
We lie there, side by side, naked and breathing heavily after.
Fuck.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Do you just want to stay here tonight?” she asks, clearing her throat. “In the guest room.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting her to feel pressured to invite me to stay and recognizing that she didn’t invite me into her bed.
She nods. “It’s easier, don’t you think?”
“Uh, yeah, okay.”
I stand up and pull her up, too. She covers her beautiful body, redressing herself, while I look around. Her apartment is mostly monotone, extremely modern, with not an item out of place. She obviously prides herself on keeping a beautiful home, without much clutter. It’s a peaceful space and suits her perfectly.
“I’m going to have a shower,” she says. “Here is the guest room, which has its own bathroom. There’s fresh towels in the cupboard there.” She points to the room across from mine. “And this is my room.”
“Thanks, Natalie.”
“The fridge is stocked, so help yourself,” she says, lip twitching. “Let me know if you need anything.”