“Why are you so nervous around me, Stella?” He took another step closer. If she would have taken a deep breath, their chests would have touched. “You have no reason to be so uncomfortable.” He placed a hand on the door right by her head and leaned in so their faces were only an inch apart from one another. “Baby, there isn’t any reason to be scared around me.” He lowered his gaze, and she knew he could see right down her shirt. “I’ve seen every glorious inch of you.” When he pressed his lower body into her belly, she gasped at the thick erection he already sported. “I’ve tasted the most intimate parts of you.” He ground his stiff cock into her. “I’ve been hard ever since you walked out of my shop two days ago.” He was looking back at her face once more, but his eyes were trained on her lips.
“Why wouldn’t I be nervous having you all in my personal space like this?” Her voice sounded distant and soft.
He slowly lifted his gaze to hers and grinned. “Stella, you think I know you don’t secretly love that I’m all up in your… personal space?” He cocked a dark eyebrow.
The man had a way with words that had her nipples hardening and her pussy becoming wet in one second flat. “You’re so cocky.” When he lifted his other hand and ran the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.
“You like that I’m cocky.” He pressed his dick into her belly again and again until she bit her bottom lip to stop from moaning.
His attitude should have made her pissed, but dammit she grew wetter.
“I bet you’d really like it if I had my cock inside you right now.”
She placed her hands on his chest and felt his hard, defined pecs flex under her palms. For a second, all she could do was stare at him. He refused to move, and although all she wanted to do was get naked and forget about talking, they needed to talk. Sex wasn’t the answer, even if it did sound like the perfect solution to a tricky situation. “We need to talk.” She applied pressure to his chest and pushed, but he was like a wall of steel in front of her.
“Baby, we can talk, while you’re under me and I have my dick deep inside that sweet pussy of yours.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, but she wasn’t going to let everything that happened and what they needed to discuss be swept under the rug.
She applied pressure to his chest again and turned her head so their lips broke apart. That had been a hard feat, but gauging how thick he was coming on, she felt this sting of disappointment move through her. Maybe all he did want from her was some easy ass? Once more, she pushed at the wall of his chest, and fortunately he took a step back from her.
“What’s wrong? Your tattoo okay and healing good?” He looked down at her with this confused look on his face, as if he genuinely didn’t understand why she was pushing him away.
“Are you serious right now?”
He knitted his brows and ran a hand over his jaw. It looked like he hadn’t shaved since the last time she saw him. The scruffy look suited him very well.
“My tattoo is fine.”
“Then why push me away?” He stepped forward again and grinned. It was one of those smiles that probably had a lot of women dropping their pants and underwear, turning around, and grabbing their ankles.
“Cadeon, I’m serious. Stop.”
He stopped, took several steps back, and furrowed his brow.
“How can you come over here after what happened at the shop—it’s only been two days—and act like I’m just going to put out?” She stared at him, expecting him to say something, but the seconds ticked by, and all he did was stare at her in return. “Don’t you think we should talk about what in the hell happened?”
He turned away from her and ran a hand over his short dark hair. She heard him exhale and wondered what he was thinking about.
“You’re right. Jumping on you like that was a fucked-up thing to do.” He turned around, but he seemed really tense. “But look at you.”
She glanced down at herself.
“You look really hot, and… well….”
She glanced up at him and then looked at his erection that made this massive bulge at the crotch of his pants.
“I only have to look at you and I’m hard as steel.”
A tingle settled between her thighs, but she pushed the need to go to him and let him pound the hell out of her—because the look on his face told her that was exactly what he wanted to do to her. They needed to talk about this.
“And we do need to talk, but when I look at you…” When he lowered his eyes down the length of her body and brought them back up, Stella had to force herself not to be the one to jump him. “I can’t control myself. It may have only been two days, but Stella, fucking hell was it painful not being with you.”
Her heart thundered in her chest. Never had anyone spoken to her so passionately, but she could tell in his voice that he wasn’t just talking about sex. “Me too, but I want to talk about what we did, and what will—”
“Happen?”
She nodded when he finished her sentence. “Yeah. I mean…” She sighed and looked at her feet. “I just want to know if what you said back at the shop was true.” She forced herself to look in his face, even though she felt way out of her
