“We can either do this here for all the neighbours to hear, or we can do it in there. The choice is yours, doll.” It’s the term I used in our messages, and I like to think that her cheeks flushed just like they are now every time she read it.
She holds her ground for a few seconds before eventually conceding and stepping back, allowing me to enter.
The flat itself is incredible. It’s obvious the building’s been converted from its previous use, and whoever’s completed the work has done a great job of keeping some of the original features.
The moment she takes a step in front of me, though, all thoughts of the building we’re currently inside leave my mind as my eyes lock onto her arse, swaying as she walks. It seems I lucked out with this one. If she’s even half the person she came across as on the internet, I may have found exactly what I was looking for without too much effort—especially with that little banging body.
“You’re not staying,” she states, turning on me. Her eyes are still hard, her shoulders pulled tight.
She looks fucking hot.
My heart rate increases just looking at her, all pent up and ready to fight.
“Aw, come on, doll. There’s too much in here for you to eat alone.” She glances down at the bag of food that’s still in my hand before looking back to the door.
When she opens her mouth, I’m convinced she’ll be sending me on my way, but much to my surprise, it’s the opposite.
“Fine. But only because if you leave that here then there’s a good chance I’ll eat the lot.”
“And we wouldn’t want to ruin these curves now, would we?” I take a step towards her, allowing my eyes to drop down her body. She’s wearing a pair of fitted joggers and a loose cut off sweatshirt, showing off her smooth stomach and the incredible curve of her waist.
She sucks in a breath as I get closer, and it tells me everything I need to know. She feels this crazy thing between us just like I do.
“Am I interrupting a yoga class or something?” I say, looking back to her outfit.
“Um… no. Just a long day, and I need to be comfortable.” At no point does she meet my eyes, and it pisses me off.
Reaching out, I touch my finger gently to her chin and tilt her face towards mine.
“I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry. I—”
“Don’t want to hear it. Let’s eat, and then you can leave, knowing that you helped me out by not allowing me to be a fat pig. That’s all this is. I don’t care why you did what you did, or why you turned up here. But nothing is going to happen.” Her eyes hold mine before narrowing as if she’s trying to make me believe her.
“Okay, fine. Fine,” I say putting my hands up in surrender. My voice is totally insincere, and if she believes it then she might not be as intelligent as I think she is.
She takes the bag from my hand before rounding the kitchen island and lifting her glass of wine to her lips. She swallows an insanely large amount before turning and getting out some plates. I smile to myself. I’m totally getting to her right now.
“Drink?” she asks politely.
“Sure. Whatever you’ve got will be great.”
I help carry everything to the table and laugh when she sets herself down a fresh glass of wine and me a pint of water.
“Wow, thanks.”
“Trust me, it’s more than you deserve.”
I can’t really argue, so I don’t. Instead I watch her as she pulls the tops off the takeout containers and fills her plate, leaving me to have what’s left. I’m not going to complain, it’s better than the crap I would have probably got for myself tonight. Plus, it’s free.
“So…” I say, desperate to break the heavy silence surrounding us. “This place is nice.”
“It’s not mine.” Her voice is cold, and even though I don’t really know her, I know it’s not her usual tone.
“So Biff lives here alone?”
“Yeah.”
I blow out a breath. “I work with Biff,” I say, hoping to fill in some blanks she might have.
“Great.”
“Danni.” I sigh. “Just give me a chance.”
“You had one. You fucked it.”
“I know, but—”
“No. You don’t get any buts. You eat up and then leave. If I was interested in hearing you out, then I’d have stayed that night.”
“I had no idea you’d be here. That you knew Biff,” I admit.
“I know. If I thought you were stalking me then you most definitely wouldn’t be sitting there right now.”
“So you’d get fat to keep a stalker away,” I quip.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop trying to be funny. Stop trying to be the person you pretended to be online.”
“That’s just the thing though, I am—”
“Nope. La la la. Not listening.” Danni pushes her empty plate away, grabs her wine, and stands from the table.
Rushing to join her, I stand and cut off her journey towards the sofas behind me.
“I have every intention of making you.”
“Carter, get out of my way. If that’s even really your name,” she mutters as I allow her to step around me. It feels so strange that this is only the second time we’re met in person, yet I feel like I know her better than many others in my life already. It’s unnerving.
“It is. I am Carter James Wright. Everything you know about me aside from my picture and my job is true. Everything. The person you got to know is me.”
“Not good enough. You still lied. You still tricked me.”
“I know, but…” I trail off, expecting her to cut me off again. “Fuck, Danni. What do you want from me? I’m sorry. It was a stupid thing to do but—”
“But what?” she shouts, slamming her empty glass down on the coffee table and taking an angry step forward.
“But I can’t regret it.” Her brows draw together with confusion. “I can’t regret it, because I met you.” She opens her mouth to argue again, her eyes burning with fire so I know she’s not suddenly going to soften—and to be honest, a part of me doesn’t want her to. I like the fire. It’s almost like a challenge for me to try to put it out. “This is me, Danni.” I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off, dropping it to the floor beside my feet so she can see me in all my tattooed glory. Her eyes immediately drop from mine to take in my exposed torso. I’ve no idea if she’s aware of the move or not, but the second she sees me, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth.
2
Danni
“What you see is what you get.” He holds his arms out from his body to allow me to take my fill. “I’m not a banker, I’m an artist. And this,” he says, pointing at himself, my eyes powerless to resist, “is my face. Messy hair, scruffy jaw and all.”
“But everything else?” I ask hesitantly, thinking of all the things we talked about. Our hopes and dreams for the future. Where we want to be in ten years’ time. What we want from life.
“All me, doll.”
My heart thunders against my chest, my head swimming with the amount of wine that’s currently flowing around my body and lowering my inhibitions and rational thinking.
“Everything I said, aside from some very vague details about the bank, was all from here.” He lifts his hand and places it over his heart. “What about you, doll? Everything you said true?” He takes a step forward, and I swear he sucks all the air out of the apartment with it.
He reaches out and gently tucks a lock of loose hair behind my ear. Had I known I would have been spending one-on-one time with a guy quite as hot as him tonight I might have turned up to my best friend’s dressed slightly more appropriately than I am. My grey joggers and cropped sweatshirt don’t exactly scream sexy. I’d pulled my hair up into a messy bun before leaving the office, and that’s exactly how it’s stayed. Why he’s looking down at my body right now like he could devour me is beyond me. But as I stare up into his eyes, I can’t help but get lost in their green depths.
I want to tell the truth, to tell him that everything I told him was who I am. But seeing how things have turned out when I speak something very different comes out.
I shrug. “I guess that’s for me to know and for you to never find out.”
Excitement tingles through my veins. Why is standing up to this guy so much fun?
We were already so close that the heat from his very naked chest was seeping into my body, but with my words he gets even closer.
“Is that right?”
My head spins. His manly scent, his deep rough voice. His full lips and playful emerald eyes. They push away everything I was feeling when he first stepped inside this place. That and the wine I’ve almost downed since in my need to cope push me to do something I really shouldn’t.
I lift my arm and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so that our lips meet. He stills at first, probably expecting me to knee him in the bollocks or something, but I’m lost to him and my need for what he can give me.
I know I wasn’t looking for a one-night thing, but right now, it’s exactly what I need. So I’m going to use this guy for what he’s more than likely capable of and then kick him back to the curb where he belongs for lying to me.
Our lips part simultaneously, and our tongues meet. Fire ignites in my belly, and I press my entire body against him. My breasts squash against his solid chest, and when his arm wraps around my waist it only goes to prove just how into this he is, because his hard length presses into my stomach.
I forget all about what he’s done, how much it hurt after I truly believed he was honest with me, and I put everything I have into at least getting something I deserve from this man.
The second his hands slide down my body and grip onto my arse, I jump into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist, his length now pressing in a much more satisfying, yet frustrating, place.
His fingers squeeze into my flesh as he lowers us to the sofa and settles so I’m sitting astride his lap.
“Danni, I—”
“Shut up. Just shut up. Can you do that?” I grind down on his cock, and his eyes flicker with pleasure.
I don’t wait for his verbal answer—it should be obvious anyway while he’s half-naked beneath me.
Taking his strong jaw in my hand, I stare into his eyes, our noses only a breath apart.
“You want to attempt to apologise for lying to me? Maybe start by showing me what skills you’ve got besides tricking women into meeting you.”
He flips us, and before I know I’ve even moved, I’m on my back with him staring down at me.
“One: I don’t trick women into my bed. Ever. Two: I’ve got more skills than you know what to do with, doll.”
“Less talk more action, Trick.”
A laugh rumbles up his throat before he dives for my lips.
His kiss is all-consuming. He licks into my mouth, teasing my tongue, biting and sucking with just the right pressure, making me impatient to find out how good he might be with it on other places of my body.
“Carter,” I moan when he kisses across my jaw and down my neck.
“Oh fuck,” he barks, the roughness to it causing my thighs to rub together to quell the persistent ache that’s formed. His large, calloused hand lands on my waist before skimming up, causing goose bumps to erupt in its wake until he finds my breast. My back arches with my need for more.
Pushing up the fabric of my top, he lifts me and drags it up over my head so I’m lying in just my lace bra.
“Jesus, you’re so beautiful.” He peppers kisses across my collarbone before dropping to the swell of my breasts. My breath catches as he licks along the edge of the lace before tucking his finger inside and pulling the fabric away.
With his eyes locked on mine, he leans forward and runs his tongue around my nipple.
All the air rushes from my lungs, and at my reaction he ups the ante and sucks it into his hot mouth.
“Oh fuck.” My fingers dive into his mop of hair, and I grip hard to keep him in place as he goes to town. My hips grind on nothing and my back arches to try to get more, to get anything. He reaches for my other breast and pinches that nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh god, oh god.”
“So fucking sweet.”
Sadly, he releases me and stops, forcing me to pull my head from the pillow to see what he’s doing.
He’s still hovering right over my breasts. His eyes are dark and glittering with naughty thoughts that I’d love to hear him say out loud.
“What are you—” My words falter when he drops a kiss between my breasts and then descends down my stomach. The second his lips hit the waistband of my joggers, his fingers wrap around and he starts tugging them and my knickers over my hips. The moment he uncovers my pussy, he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and stares at my recently waxed mound.
“I knew you’d be fucking perfect. Bet you fucking taste like heaven, too.”
“Guess there’s only one way to find out.” Heat hits my cheeks as my words register. I’ve never been shy when it comes to sex, and I’ve had my fair share of utterly forgettable one-night stands, but I’ve never been quite so brazen about what I want.
“I guess I will.” He throws my discarded clothing to the floor before dropping to his knees and twisting me until I’m at the perfect angle for him.
My chest heaves as my breaths race past my lips in anticipation for what’s to come.
His palms press against my thighs and he pushes my legs as wide as they’ll go before licking his lips.
He manages to drag his eyes from my core and up to mine. His pupils are shot, totally lost to his own desire, and fuck if I don’t want to drag him back up here to kiss the shit out of me. That is, until his finger presses against my clit. He ever so fucking slowly drags it down until he circles my entrance.
I’m embarrassingly wet for this guy despite the fact that he’s a fucking liar, but I can’t help myself. I need what he can give me more than I need my next breath. This week at work has been hell, and it’s been entirely too long since I’ve had a man between my legs.
“Carter, please. Come on.”
“You sound so fucking sexy, begging for me.”
“And to think, you’re the one on your kneessssssss,” I squeal as he dives forward and sucks my clit into his mouth. “Fuuuuuck.” My hands thrash at my sides, needing something to hold on to. I find a cushion with one, but the other goes for his hair again.
As he starts licking at me, my grip gets tighter and tighter, but at no point does he complain. He just keeps giving me the pleasure I need.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. Keep going.” When I lift my hips from the sofa, his giant hand grabs my hip to keep me in place while the other plunges into my wet heat. My muscles ripple around him, the sensation almost too much to bear after so long of nothing. I’ve not even had the time recently to take care of myself.
Words fall from my lips, but I’ve no fucking clue what they are as he drives me higher and higher.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this since that night,” he admits against me, the vibrations from his deep voice sending shudders through me.
“Carter, don’t,” I warn, not wanting him to ruin this with reality. I just want to be two people going after what we need. No drama, no lies, and no betrayal.
His fingers thrust once more, but this time he bends them and fuck, if I don’t see stars.
A squeal of pleasure passes my lips before I shatter beneath him. My chest heaves, and my body convulses as pleasure stronger than I’ve ever known rocks me down to my toes.
“How’s that for skills?”
“It was okay.” I shrug, attempting to look bored, but it’s pointless after all the noises I just made as I fell apart.
“Good job I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve.” I roll my eyes at his corniness, but when he stands and pops the button of his jeans, I forget all about inappropriate jokes and focus on what he’s hiding beneath his clothing.
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bsp; And to give him credit, when he drops everything to the floor, I discover that it’s really quite a trick he’s rocking between his legs.
He pulls a condom from his pocket and quickly rolls it down his wide length.
“I’m glad you’re pleased, but there is more of me than just my cock,” he quips when he realises that I’ve not taken my eyes from his length since he exposed it.
“I’m just surprised. The cocky ones are usually hiding something.”
“Hmmm… hiding it sounds like such a good idea.”
If I weren’t already so far under his spell I might tell him to get out at his lame joke, but as it is the only thing I want him to do is what he just suggested.
Thankfully, he has the exact same thought, because not a second later is he shifting me on the sofa to accommodate his large frame. I could suggest moving to the guest room, but that would mean stopping, and like fuck am I allowing any reality to seep into this situation until I’ve had at least one more orgasm.
No sooner is he settled between my legs than he’s teasing my entrance with the head of his cock.
“Now.” The demand comes out of nowhere, but he obliges. One second he’s driving me crazy with desire, and the next I’m so full of him I don’t know what to do with myself. “Fucking hell. Fuck.” I squirm beneath him, trying to adjust to his invasion and size. Thankfully he allows me a few seconds before he starts to move. And when he does, sweet Jesus, it’s fucking mind-blowing. He strokes each and every one of my nerves with every move he makes, and before I’m expecting it, I’m right on the edge of what promises to be another earth-shattering release.
He leans over me and captures my lips just in time to swallow down the cries of his name that fall from my lips.
“Fuck,” he grunts as my pussy pulsates around him. “Fucking Christ. A man could become addicted to that,” he moans in my ear as I come down from my high. He slows his pace to drag every last ounce of pleasure from me before sitting. “Ready for another?”
“What do you think you are? God of orgasms?”
“Something like that, doll. All I know is that I’m not pulling out of you until I’ve felt that again.”
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