Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Noah
Once inside, Eva starts climbing the stairs. “I’m at the top on the right. It’s the largest of the four units,” she says.
I look around the foyer and take a deep breath then begin slowly climbing the steps after her. I can’t help but notice that she puts a little extra swing in her step, knowing very well what I must have my eyes.
And good Lord, what a sight it is.
Her pencil skirt hugs her curves like a second skin.
Nylons with a line climb perfectly up the back of her legs, directing you to a heaven that’s every man’s dream.
Red high heels make me drool at the many different ways I imagine her wearing them when I have those thick thighs of hers wrapped around me.
Her blonde hair falls in soft waves down her back, and the closer I get, I take in the slightest hint of her perfume. She smells like a vanilla dessert I can’t wait to devour.
Unlocking the door to her apartment, she lets me enter first. “After you, sir,” she smirks.
I smile as I pass by nervously. I need to taste her again, I need to feel her again in my arms. Three days has proved to be too long. Now, standing with her within arm’s reach makes me want to throw all self-control out the window and push her up against the doorframe.
She enters her apartment after me and puts her purse down on the counter, along with the roses I brought her. Then, she makes her way across the room and clicks on the wall heater. Turning, she timidly starts to straighten a stack of magazines on the coffee table.
Sticking my hands in my pockets to keep from grabbing her, I begin to walk around the small living room. The place is not what I expected. I expected something out of a magazine. Maybe something more city, and showy.
There are some newer-looking items, like the couch and coffee table.
But then there’s a rustic, worn, and old feel to her place.
It’s the kind of space you want to stay in, a place that feels like home.
It’s warm and inviting. She watches me as I survey the living room and kitchen, and then make my way down the hallway, glancing into each room as I pass.
Two bedrooms. I wonder if she has a roommate. This is quite the place for one person to have all to themselves.
Turning and making my way back to her, I ask, “Only one bathroom?”
“Yeah, but it’s only me. I mean, it’s not the best when I have company, but it works, you know?”
Question answered. Finally. A place with no distractions or interruptions. Maybe I should satisfy my appetite, close the space between us, and take as much of her as she’s willing.
But figuring it would be a bad idea, I nod instead and continue my walk around the living room once more.
She studies me, and begins to look nervous.
I let her. Something about the way she squirms under my gaze makes me imagine how she might writhe in pleasure as I make sure she’s undeniably satisfied.
“Do you want something to drink?” she asks, making her way towards the kitchen and looking in her fridge. She bends slightly at the waist to gaze inside.
I take full advantage of the view as I walk over to the kitchen counter, and cock my head to the side to admire a few of the things my hands itch to touch. She has a slender waist that gives way to thick hips and an ass that I can’t wait to get my hands on.
“I have wine, beer, soda, water, uh … milk?” she continues, furrowing her brow as she says the last item. “You’re taking your chances with that one, though. I have no clue how long that has been in there.”
“Nah, I’m good,” I grin, leaning against the bar that separates the kitchen from the living room.
Picking up one of the town newspapers she has on her counter, I examine it for a moment. “Is this the paper you write for?” I ask, trying to make conversation.
“Yeah, it’s not much, but it’s a start,” she says, coming around the counter. “Allows me to do what I love while working close to home.”
She tenses as I read her writing.
“You’re good. I like the way you write,” I say, trying to calm the stress that is suddenly evident in her posture.
“This stuff is mostly repetitive news. It’s not that exciting to read,” she says, defending herself when her writing needs no defending.
“I prefer the magazines I freelance for. The people I meet and the stories I write for them are amazing. Everyone I’ve met touches my life, and reminds me why I chose the career I did. ”
She steps closer and looks over my shoulder.
I lean into her slightly, unable to focus on the words I’m pretending to read now that she’s pressed closer against me. Looking up, I smile at her, and she quickly returns the grin. The silence stretches and adds to the undeniable sexual tension rising between us.
“You know, every time I’m near you I fight the urge to want to kiss you,” I blurt out, catching both of us off guard.
Swallowing hard, she takes a deep breath, and whispers, “Why fight it?”
Leaning close, I wait until her eyes lock on mine, then move the hair off her shoulder, and trail my fingertips down her arm. She shivers deliciously under my touch. “Because if I start, I’m never going to want to stop.”
She licks her lips and I grow impatient the longer I hold out on tasting her.
She has to be the one to make the first move this time. I flung myself at her once before. I need to know she wants me as much as I want her. Only problem is, she sure as hell is taking her sweet, precious time.
She smirks at me, tempting me, having more patience and restraint than I thought possible. Hell, that’s sexy. The anticipation of having her does nothing to quench my thirst. In fact it only makes me want her more.
Suddenly, she fists my shirt in her hands, pulls me close, and rests her lips against my ear. She nibbles once, making me start to lose all self-control.
“Then don’t,” she purrs.
I grab her hips and pin her against the counter. The second my lips meet hers she lets out a sexy fucking moan. One of her legs rises and wraps around my thigh, urging me to take more, and I don’t hold back.
Fisting her hair in my hands, I pull her head back and devour her mouth like a fiend.
Our tongues seductively tangle, my teeth nip at her bottom lip, and the vixen purrs.
Her hands grab me around the waist and she forcibly pulls me into her hips, grinding her soft curves against every firm ridge of my frame.
I pull her other leg up, and she instinctively wraps both around my waist.
My right hand begins its journey up her thigh.
Reaching the hem of her skirt, I pause. She hasn’t stopped me yet, so I force it up higher.
Fuck me. Her nylons are attached to a garter belt.
With a flick of my finger, I snap the elastic band against her thigh.
She sucks in a sharp breath, then begs me to do it again.
God, this woman is going to be the death of me.
I oblige, and the second her pleasure is met with a little pain another throaty moan fills the room.
My cock strains against my jeans as my lips find their way to her neck, and I nibble and suck my way across her collarbone.
If she doesn’t stop me, I’m ready to strip her bare right here and fuck her against her kitchen counter.
Grabbing my face back up to hers, she rests her forehead against mine, and I reluctantly come up for air.
I meet her eyes and she bites her lip seductively.
I scoot her closer to the edge of the counter and thrust my cock up her center.
Her head falls back in pleasure. She slowly looks back at me through hooded lashes.
I keep my eyes focused on hers as my hand travels between us, I lift her skirt, and circle her clit.
Her wetness grows, soaking through the lace of her panties.
She watches me pleasure her. Her hips buck off the counter.
Her smell drugs me as I pull her panties aside and run my thick finger up her velvet seam.
She grinds against me, urging me to press inside her. But fuck, if we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to control myself. She’ll be bent over the couch in no time, and even though I want nothing more, I’m not sure she’s ready for that step just yet.
Breathing heavily, I growl, “Fuck, darlin’, you have no idea what the sight of you coming undone does to me. I want you so bad, it fucking hurts. But I don’t think you can handle what I have planned for you.”
Cocking her head to the side, she smiles. “Try me.”
Forcing my finger inside her cunt, I curl it and stroke her tight walls.
Her mouth falls open. Her eyes stay locked on mine in challenge.
Forcing another finger inside her pussy, she lets out a light scream.
Breathing heavy, her hands greedily feel for my belt as my lips find her neck, and I suck a path down her chest, sucking the top of her cleavage hungrily between my lips.
Hell, she’s more delicious than I could have ever dreamed. She whimpers my name as she fumbles with the buttons of my jeans.
“Excuse me, don’t let me interrupt,” a voice says from the doorway.
Our hands freeze. Heads hanging low, embarrassed and not knowing how to proceed, we stand there like two teenagers that just got caught when their parents come home from work early.
Pulling her skirt down, Eva eases off the counter. She smirks at me like this is funny. I, however, see no humor in this situation. Adjusting myself, I take a deep breath before turning around to greet the intruder.
“No, please continue,” the redhead says. “I missed the mating display on Nat Geo last night. This is good, maybe even better.”
She smiles sarcastically at me, knowing damn well the embarrassment I feel.
I don’t know who she is, but for all I care she can turn around and leave the way she just came.
But as time stretches and I study her smug face, I realize I’ve seen her somewhere before.
In the bar the first night I met Eva. She’s starting to have an annoying habit of breaking us apart.
Eva lets out a laugh, yet her company seems rather unamused with the situation, just like myself. Well damn, this is awkward. The redhead glares at me, passing all sorts of judgments before I even have a chance to speak. Great. What the hell have I just stepped into?