I moved my hands from the back of his jeans to the front and stroked him.
“Now?” he said, his voice hoarse.
“Now.” He shoved me up against the front door and attacked my mouth and oh, help me, he had the tongue barbell in again.
I’d thought after doing this a few times that some of the heat would cool, but it was like each time made us want it even more.
He gathered my wrists and put them above my head and I put my legs around his waist. Kissing down my neck, he moved his hands under my ass to hold me up. We weren’t even going to get naked this time. I was definitely ready. I’d been thinking about this all day and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out. I quickly moved my hands down to unzip my jeans and shove them with my underwear down low enough.
“Inside me. Now, please.” He fumbled for just a moment to get the condom out of this back pocket, and I had to stand again, but I helped him roll it on this time and then he was picking me up and with a move that I would have to figure out later, he slid inside me.
“I’ve. Wanted. This. All. Day,” he said with each thrust and I clung to him as he set a frenzied pace that we both craved.
“Oh God, Lucah. Me too.” In the very back of my mind I knew we were making quite a racket and every time he thrust into me, my back banged against the door. I came hard and fast, and it was all I could do to keep my legs wrapped around him as he came, growling my name in my ear. He lowered me slowly and pulled out, and we held onto each other, trembling with aftershocks.
We were both trying to catch our breath as he rested his head on my shoulder and kissed it.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. We started both started laughing. And then there was a knock at the door.
I ducked my face into his shoulder and bit it to stifle my laugh as Lucah looked over my head through the peephole.
“Maybe she’ll go away,” he said low in my ear. The knock sounded again.
“Mr. Blaine? Is everything okay? I thought I heard banging.” Oh, she definitely had.
He looked down at me and tried to keep a straight face.
“Yes, Mrs. Parks. Everything is fine. I was just doing some exercises. Sorry to have disturbed you. It won’t happen again.” I snorted and tried to keep it together so she didn’t hear me.
“Oh, okay.” She didn’t sound convinced. We both waited and he looked out the peephole. A few seconds later he breathed deeply.
“She’s gone. God, I swear anytime I breathe that woman is knocking on my door. She’s divorced and older and lonely and I think she wants me to be her pet.”
I made a growling sound and moved my head from his shoulder.
“Down girl,” he said and stepped away from me. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to clean up and then we’ll have to reheat the pizza.
“Hurry back,” I said and he gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. When he was gone, I straightened my clothes and tried to get myself together. My hair was a mess from its contact with the door, so I took it out and flipped my head down to fix it.
“That’s a nice view,” Lucah said as he came back in. My ass was in the air, so I wiggled it and he dashed forward and smacked me.
“Hey now, I’m trying to fix the hair that you ruined.” I stood up and gave up on my hair, just letting it go everywhere.
“It looks fine. I like seeing you like this. When we’re at work, it’s always pulled back and I can’t do this,” he said, running his fingers through it.
“You did it again. That’s two strikes.” He pressed his forehead against mine.
“I guess I owe you a lot of knee time.” Mm, I really liked the sound of that.
“Pizza first,” I said.
“Since this isn’t a date, I didn’t feel the need to get out candles, but I do have wine and the nice glasses are clean,” he said as he took the truffle mushroom pizza out of the oven. He also had a gorgeous chopped salad, but he wouldn’t tell me what dessert was.
“I also have this,” he said, moving over to a cabinet, which revealed a classy stereo with speakers that I’d noticed around the apartment. He hit a button and a song I wasn’t familiar with surrounded me. It almost reminded me of the Beatles.
“What is this?” I said as he poured me a glass of wine.
“‘Brighter than Sunshine’ by Aqualung,” he said with a smile as we took the pizza over to the couch. He had a dining table, but that felt too much like a date. I’d rather be comfortable.
“It’s nice. I like it,” I said after I’d listened to a little more of the song. I sipped the wine. It was light and crisp and went well with everything else.
“So where’s your guitar?” I said as I munched on my salad.
“In my music room.”
I almost choked on a cucumber.
“Music room?”
“Yeah, it’s right over there,” he said, pointing with his fork at one of the doors I hadn’t been behind yet.
“I’d really like to see it,” I said.
“Well, I’d love to see your apartment. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” I rolled my eyes.
“You’ve already seen mine. Several times.”
“Yes, I’ve seen your body, but you’re more than just your body. A lot more. And I’d like to see it.”
“That sounds awfully like something a guy who wants to date me would say.” I pointed my fork at him and he shook his head.
“No. It’s not a boyfriend thing that I want to get to know you. That could just be me wanting to get to know you. Not so I can date you, just so I can know you.”
He was fumbling and it sounded like bullshit to me, but I was going to let it go.
The song changed and I recognized Bobby Darin’s, ‘Beyond the Sea’. Very classy.
We started the pizza and it was amazing. I would have to tell Sloane about this so she could make it.
Or maybe not. Then I’d have to tell her about the nights-only arrangement and we’d already agreed to keep this on the down low. God, this was complicated. But when he reached out and wiped some cheese off my chin, then winked and licked it off his thumb while my stomach did little flips, I knew that maybe it would be worth it.
Once we were stuffed, we sat on the couch with my head on his shoulder and sipped wine. The music kept playing and it was . . . eclectic. I’d heard Queen, Adele, Simple Minds, The Black Keys, Cole Porter and Jamie N Commons and a bunch of others that I didn’t know well enough to name.