I shook my head.
“Not for a while. Maybe not all night.”
I hadn’t meant for it to sound the way it did, even less that I would tell him the truth.
I really had no idea who he was, what he was capable of.
But by the way he was looking at me, I was about to find out.
Iav took the glass from me and placed it on the coffee table beside his own.
I was quick to scoot a couple of coasters under the glasses.
Olivia wouldn’t be happy if the beads of water stained the wood.
Iav shuffled closer, filling the inches with his impressive body.
This is too fast, I thought. I shouldn’t be doing this.
The thought skimmed across my consciousness and was gone as fast as it had come.
But I want to do it.
I felt his breath on my face as he pecked at my cheeks and pressed his lips to mine.
And still, I struggled to maintain control.
I wasn’t sure what to do, where to look.
My instincts took over instead.
My lips parted and allowed him entry.
Then my legs did the same, and he rolled me over onto my back and ground his hard cock against me.
More. I want more.
I peered up into those majestic golden eyes of his.
He kissed me down my neck and raised my arms over my head, pinning them with his brute strength.
His free hand roamed over my breasts, which strained against my bra.
He released my hands and I placed one on the back of his head to pull him closer.
I guided his hand under my dress to caress my pussy that ached for him.
I marveled at the explosion in my chest that mirrored the one we shared on the dance floor.
Iav pulled his tongue from my mouth and peered at me beneath him.
Then he stuck out his tongue and waited.
I leaned forward and took it in my mouth, sucking on it like it was my favorite lollipop.
He let out a sigh of approval.
He ran his hands over every inch of my body.
I didn’t even squirm when his hands cupped my ass and pulled me toward him.
I couldn’t help but groan at his stiffening length.
I pressed against it to gauge my upcoming challenge.
Large.
Larger than any I’d had before, that was for sure.
He reached behind me and felt for the zipper of my dress.
He drew it down so slowly I felt every tooth tear free.
That was when I felt a slight tingle.
A shred of nerves?
Uncertainty?
I wasn’t sure what it was but that mist that’d descended over me from the very first moment I met him began to lift.
I released his tongue from my lips and gently eased back.
I pressed my hands to his chest to hold him at bay.
He cocked his head to one side and shifted his weight off me.
“Is something wrong?”
“No. Nothing’s wrong. It’s just… This isn’t something I usually do.”
His cheeky smile curled one corner of his lips, forming a dimple in his cheek.
“There’s no rush. Really.”
I searched his features for any sign he was disappointed but found none.
“I’ll be back in a sec.”
I stood up and hastily clutched my dress to my chest as it began to slip down.
I held it up in my hands as I rushed toward the bathroom.
I shut the door and leaned against it.
I shut my eyes and let out a deep sigh.
What was I doing? I thought. I didn’t do this kind of thing!
Olivia did.
Charlotte dabbled.
But not me.
I clenched my teeth and let out a growl of agitation.
I stamped my foot and shook my head.
If I didn’t do this kind of thing, why string the guy along?
Because I did want to do it.
More than I could express.
Even more than a bar of chocolate at the end of a long shift.
I craved him.
It wasn’t like I’d never felt that sensation before.
I’d just never acted on it.
Never.
I moved for the sink and leaned against the tabletop.
I peered at myself through the blemishless glass.
Olivia liked cleanliness at all times but she wasn’t against being a little messy.
We had enough makeup and creams to set up our own pharmacy.
I never had to buy much.
The others used a lot more make-up than me, so I could pilfer what I needed from time to time.
Then again, I was the sole breadwinner, and I did most of the cooking, so I supposed it was a fair trade.
I peered at myself in the mirror.
I ran an eye over my face and disheveled dress.
“How do you get yourself in these situations?”
I filled a hand with water and slashed it over my face.
I dried it off and hastily set to replacing the makeup with a new layer.
The water did its job.
The mist of insatiable aching sexual hunger receded a little further.
I could see myself and the situation clearly now.
I’d met a man at a club and invited him back to my room.
That was all there was to it.
It didn’t need to go any further than that.
In fact, I was determined for it not to.
If he wanted to see me again, we could meet in a coffee shop somewhere, get to know each other, then when we were ready, we could take it a step further.
I finished adding the makeup and checked it in the mirror.
I gave myself a curt nod.
If Iav was a good guy, he would understand.
I reached for the door handle and paused.
And if he wasn’t a good guy…?
I didn’t think so.
After all, when I broke the make-out session with him earlier, he hadn’t gotten angry.
Why would he now?
I approached the front room and spoke before I got there.
“I just remembered. There’s something I need to do tonight. Do you mind if we—”
Iav wasn’t there.
“Iav?” I said, peering around.
He didn’t reply.
I stepped from the room and returned to the entranceway.
“Iav?”
I passed the shoe cupboard and noticed his shoes were still there.
He had to be inside somewhere.
Maybe he needed the use of the bathroom and went looking for a second one?
“Iav?” I said, calling out again.
I listened for a moment but heard nothing.
“In here,” Iav said.
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