I grip the bottom of the shaft, giving myself a squeeze before running my hand up and down, eyes closed, leaning back against the headrest. In my mind, I picture Cherry’s soft, warm lips wrapped around my cock. I see her glorious green eyes looking up at me adoringly as she runs her tongue over me, takes me in her mouth, and sucks.
“Oh, fuck! Cherry!” I grunt, groan, and make a mess all over my trousers.
I really don’t give a shit. I breathe heavily for a minute before grabbing some napkins from the glove box and cleaning myself up a bit. With a long sigh, I sit for a moment, still parked on the side of the street, and just think. In my head, I play every aspect of the evening over and over again. I shake my head, trying to understand what I’m feeling. Eventually, I pull the car back onto the deserted street.
Once I have the car back in the garage at home, I continue to stay right where I am, fighting the urge to take my cock out again or maybe even turn around and go back to her.
What is happening to me? This isn’t the plan at all. The plan is to get her to fall for me—utterly and completely—not the other way around, but all I can think about is how much I want to return to that cramped little apartment to be with her.
“You’re just horny,” I mumble to myself. “It’s been too long.”
It has been a long time. With everything else happening over the last year, bedding a woman just hasn’t been in the forefront of my mind. Wanting release that doesn’t involve my hand is the reason I want to go back to her. She wanted me—I could see it in her eyes—and giving into that feeling was extremely tempting.
I pull out my phone and hover over the messaging app. I shouldn’t do this. The idea was to leave her wanting, not contact her so soon after we parted ways. I’ll sound too eager—too desperate—and that’s not the impression I want to give.
Apparently, I can’t help myself.
Chapter 13—Infatuation
I watch Nate through the apartment window as he drives off in the most ridiculous car I have ever seen in my life and wish I had pressed him to stay longer. Then again, I don’t know what possessed me to ask him to come back here in the first place.
“To calm his ass down,” I mutter to myself.
Granted, dinner at the restaurant had been a complete disaster, but he was so angry! I knew he was trying to hide it, but it was clear he was about to lose his cool. I didn’t really mind the whole slow service issue—I’ve worked as a server, and I know what it’s like to be super busy—and the busboy just tripped, which wasn’t his fault. I was maybe a bit annoyed, but Nate was downright furious.
Maybe it’s a rich people thing, and Aunt Ginny was right about money being the pathway to a miserable life. I would have stayed at the place if it hadn’t been for my soaking wet dress, but it’s washable. I don’t think Nate could have stayed there through dinner at that point, and I just wanted him to relax a little. Inviting him back to my apartment was out of my mouth before I could think about the fact that I didn’t have much to eat at home.
“I can’t believe I made him a peanut butter sandwich!” I laugh and shake my head.
I start cleaning up, replaying the last part of the evening in my head. I remember the feeling of his lips pressed against mine and how the kiss had sent lightening bolts through my body, the strikes centering on my clit and causing me to unabashedly throw myself at him.
“I can’t believe I unbuttoned his shirt!” I feel my face heat up and wonder if I had made a complete fool out of myself.
I’d never done anything like that before. I’d always been fairly reserved on the first date, but Nate…Nate was different. For one, he was absolutely gorgeous. I’d never before been approached by a man who looks like him, and I have to admit to myself that his handsome features play a factor even if I don’t want to believe I am that shallow.
“Not shallow,” I mumble, “overly emotional.”
The conversation about family had nearly pushed me over the edge. I’m not usually one to cry in front of other people. I rarely even did it in front of my aunt. Somehow, the intense emotion had transformed itself from sorrow to lust. As I think about it, my face heats up.
“So embarrassing!”
Is that why he left? Was I so pathetically needy that I drove him away? What if he doesn’t want to see me again?
“But he wanted it, too.”
I remember the feeling of his hard cock pressed between my legs, and I shudder. Was my mind exaggerating how big it felt against me? My clit is throbbing at the thought, and I forget about the dishes and race to the bedroom and grab the little vibrator from the nightstand drawer. It takes less than a minute for me to moan Nate’s name in ecstasy.
I lie back against my pillow, still panting as well as feeling a little mortified about my eagerness. I’ve gone from not dating anyone seriously in a long time to being completely and totally infatuated with this man I hardly know—a man with some mystery surrounding him as well.
Vague family business, a murdered brother, obviously insane amounts of money if that car is any indication, and a perfectly charming, handsome, available man. That doesn’t really make sense, does it? He’s got way too much going for him to be picking up women
