Sierra #2
I nod my head, but he doesn’t take that. “I need your words, Lilac.” His voice becomes deeper, more controlling, and fuck if it doesn’t have my pussy clenching in need. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Y-y-yes,” I stammer, looking him in his eyes.
His hands touch my ample breasts and my body heats.
He lifts the weight of each one, positioning them securely in the cups of the bra.
My hardened peaks beg to be touched, and my prayer is answered when his thumb trails over them, eliciting an involuntary moan.
I feel my cheeks flame and glance his way to check if he heard.
He did, of course, and is staring at me with heat in his eyes. Shit.
“Fuck, I can’t wait for the day you make that sound on purpose. Now arms up,” he orders, shaking away the desire. I obey, and he slips my shirt on.
Squatting down, he takes one leg at a time, lifting it and slipping it into my jeans before he pulls me up. He takes hold of the waist and shimmies them up my thighs and over my ass before buckling them.
My sexual experiences are null, but fuck if being dressed by a man isn’t the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. This isn’t saying a lot, but still.
He sits me back in the chair, slips my shoes on, and lets me know it’s time to go.
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me up and wraps his arm around my waist, then picks my bag up from the floor, sliding the strap over his shoulder.
The whole time I’m just staring at him, speechless.
I’ve never had a man treat me like this before, and I’m not sure what to think.
“I got your bag. Do you need anything else?” he asks, and all I can do is shake my head.
He leads me back out through the club and it’s not until we hit the night air that I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding and inhale deeply, the unease of the crowd from inside washing off me.
Once Cyrus has me seated in the safety of his car, he rushes around to the driver’s side and gets inside. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?” He looks at me, his eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Getting me out of there. I don’t know what happened. Just the men were all around me and touching me, and it just had me feeling weird, like déjà vu. It’s hard to explain,” I admit reluctantly, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.
“Lilac, babe, I will always be there when you need me.” Turning the car on, he pulls out of the parking lot onto the road. I’m stunned by what he just said, and unable to respond.
The ride to my apartment is silent, but not an uncomfortable one. In fact, I feel relaxed and safe, even though my stomach still has that nagging feeling.
Pulling up in front of my apartment building, he puts the car in park and shifts in his seat so that he can face me. “I’m off tomorrow, but I’ll be here to pick you up and take you to work. I know it’s short notice, but could I pick you up earlier and take you out to dinner beforehand?”
“Like as friends?” I ask, not wanting to assume.
“Well, I was hoping to call it a date. I know you’re busy, so I wanted to take advantage of any chance to get some alone time with you.”
“A-a-a date?” Two simple words, but they tumble out of me like I’ve forgotten how to speak.
A date. This handsome man wants to take me on a date, my first date.
“Well, is that a yes?” His tone is hopeful as he reaches out and takes my hand in his, stroking his thumb over the top of it.
“Okay,” I tell him, as pinpricks of electricity spread from underneath his touch up my arms.
“Great, I'll be here at six. Is that good?”
“Yeah, it should be. Can I get your number in case it isn't?” I reach into my bag and pull out my phone. Cyrus quickly plucks it from my grasp and programs his number in. At least I assume he is until a second later, I hear his phone ping and a devilish grin crosses his face.
“Okay, let’s get you upstairs,” he says, handing the phone back to me.
“Oh, I’m good. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell him as I turn to get out.
He reaches out and places his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “I had hoped to walk you to your apartment door and do this, but now is better than never,” he says just before his lips crash down on mine.
I feel his tongue dance along the seam of my lips, begging them to open and allow him entrance.
When they part, his tongue slips in and begins caressing mine, deepening the kiss.
At this moment, he is the only thing I can think of, my whole world.
But just as quickly as he starts, he pulls back, and I’m left feeling empty, needing more.
My hand immediately lifts, my fingers trailing along my swollen lips.
“Tomorrow, Lilac.” He gives me a sexy ass grin, and I get out of the car and head inside, only stopping once I’ve stepped inside the doors to see him wave and drive off.
I head up the stairs, high on life from my second kiss and knowing that I have my very first official date tomorrow. Reaching my floor, I head straight to my door. But as I insert my key, the door opens. Odd! I could have sworn I locked it.
I’ve barely stepped inside when pain blooms from the side of my head and I go crashing to the floor.