“You took my words to heart,” Hamilton said while looking me up and down. I felt embarrassed by his obvious perusal.
I let out an exhale and grabbed my purse hanging on the nearby rack and put my cell phone inside of it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I quipped. I was about to shut the door and lock it when Hamilton reached out and grabbed my hips, walking me back through the threshold of my apartment before kicking the door shut. “Wh-what are you doing?” I stammered. His hot hands pressed against my exposed skin, teasing me at the waistband of my skirt. I had to fight to keep my eyes open.
“We should probably talk about a couple of things,” he whispered, his smirk proud and tempting.
“Oh?” I choked out. “About what?”
“Tonight is a date,” he replied. “I just wanted you to know exactly what my intentions are.”
“Hamilton…we can’t. Where is this coming from?” It’s not like he’d acted interested in me leading up to this point.
“I can’t stop thinking about how you watched me with your wide, beautiful eyes. I have a theory.”
I gulped. “A theory?”
“Part theory, part hypothesis. I wonder if you’ll gasp when I slide inside of you. Will your lips part? I don’t make a habit of denying myself of life’s pleasures, as you can tell. And I decided that we could have a lot of fun, Vera.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I rushed out. “This feels a little sudden.”
“Is it though?” Hamilton asked. “Because to me, this tension between us has been building since the moment I laid eyes on you. I know you feel it, too.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He ignored me. “You can’t wear this,” he whispered over my skin. I chewed on my lip, feeling a wave of arousal hitting me in the gut.
“Why not?”
He threaded his finger through my belt loop and tugged me against him. I braced my palms against his chest. “For starters, you have no business looking this fucking delicious.”
“You think I look delicious?” I asked. I wasn’t expecting him to say that, and I could have kicked myself for being so lame and asking.
He smirked before leaning over to hover his lips over the shell of my ear. I felt his warm tongue run along my neck. My stomach became a flurry of nerves, and he whispered again. “Yes. You do.”
“You probably shouldn’t do that,” I whispered.
“Do what, Petal?” Hamilton asked while reaching up to wrap his fingers around my neck.
“This. It’s not right. Don’t kiss me,” I pleaded when his lips hovered over mine. He was just one mistake away from swallowing my lust whole. He lightly squeezed at my words, and my lips parted on a gasp. I wanted him in that moment. It would have been easy to give in—to strip naked and fuck him on every surface of the apartment his brother was paying for.
But I didn’t.
“As you wish,” he replied reluctantly before pulling away. “No kisses. But you really should change. I brought the motorcycle. I’m not sure you want to show the entire world your panties on the ride there.”
I pulled away to look down at my skirt and inhaled. Fuck. I could choke on the tension. His motorcycle? “Who says I’m wearing panties?” I replied before instantly regretting my statement. Talk about mixed signals. What was it about Hamilton that made me so bold? Maybe I just needed to get laid. Fuck.
Hamilton licked his lips. “You’re such a tease,” he whispered while brushing the tips of his fingers along my thigh. “I can’t kiss you, right? Is touching off the table?” I slammed my weak legs together and pressed my forehead to his chest.
“Stop,” I whispered.
“Stop what?” Hamilton asked while lifting higher and higher, running his thumb along my sensitive skin.
“Stop touching me,” I said. His other arm wrapped around my waist, and he chuckled.
“I just want to see one more thing,” he whispered before pressing at the apex of my thighs and running his hand along the now damp fabric covering me. My skirt had completely risen, and I was thankful we were in the privacy of my apartment. What would people say?
“I want you to stop,” I reiterated in a throaty whisper.
“Your thoughts are so fucking loud, Petal,” he pressed on before rocking his hand back and forth. I knotted my fingers in his shirt at the hot sensation. “And you’re a beautiful little liar.”
He withdrew his hand, and the temporary insanity that seemed to take over my body whenever Hamilton touched me faded. My phone started going off, and I stepped away from him. “You’re such a fucking pervert,” I cursed while grabbing my cell from my purse. Fuck. Mom was calling again.
“You going to answer that?” he asked teasingly.
“No. Let’s go.” I had zero desire to talk to my mother with Hamilton in the room. Besides, I was still avoiding her.
His brows raised. “You aren’t going to change?”
I probably should have, but I was feeling reckless. I shook my head.
“Alright then,” he replied before grabbing my hand and leading me back out of the apartment. I locked the door, and we made our way downstairs and to the parking lot. He kept silent as he let go of my hand and continued walking toward his parked motorcycle and mounting it. With a kick of his leg, the engine started roaring.
I debated walking away. The night air was still warm, but a chill traveled over my
