I knew she’d be nervous. She’d be stupid not to be. I walked toward her, forcing her to rest her back against the car. I leaned into her, our bodies barely touching. “I hired a chef,” I said into her neck. She shivered and I grinned. I could hear the racing of her heart and feel the heat coming off her skin. “I told you not to worry.” I placed a gentle kiss on her neck, inhaling her vanilla scent before pulling away.
We needed to get upstairs before I bent her over the hood of my car and fucked her right there. My cock was begging to be released and pressing myself against her wasn’t my best idea.
She looked at me with hooded eyes, like she had the same idea running through her mind, before she finally pulled away from the car. I guided her to the elevator and we made our way up to my condo in silence. I knew she was aroused, and I would’ve bet her panties were soaked. Just the thought had me licking my lips. Anticipation was building in the pit of my stomach and the burn to take her was overpowering, but it was that burn I craved. I knew I’d take her soon enough.
I exited the elevator with her right behind me. There were only two condos on the floor and mine was located on the right, with the best view of the city.
I opened the door and ushered her in. She gasped as she walked in further to the wall of windows. The view wasn’t as spectacular as it usually was because of the storm clouds, but it was still stunning. And it was even better with her standing there.
She turned and looked at me with a smile. “This view is unreal,” she said before moving to stare again.
I walked up behind her, only a few inches away, and her body stiffened for a moment before she relaxed. Lifting my hand, I pulled a few long waves of hair behind her shoulder, exposing her neck. “The view is exceptional,” I whispered in her ear. A blush appeared on her skin and I ran a finger along the top of her collarbone. She leaned back against me, and I closed my eyes at the sudden impulse I had to tear her dress off, push her against the window and fuck her until she was weeping for me to stop.
I pulled away from her and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I couldn’t come on too strong or I’d scare her away. She turned and looked at me with a concerned expression on her face, but said nothing.
I lifted a hand and rubbed at the stubble on my jaw. I needed to keep my hands off her until we’d at least finished eating.
“Come have a seat at the table and I’ll get our food,” I said, gesturing toward the table in the dining room.
The dishes, which had never been used, were set elegantly on the table. I felt slightly uncomfortable at the sight. This was not my home and it all felt unnatural to me. This wasn’t the way I did things, and it was starting to put me on edge.
I walked into the kitchen to see two domed covers on the counter. I had called Marcel, a friend of mine who was also an Italian chef, to see if he could come over and prepare a meal. I had him create two of my favorite dishes, deciding that I’d let her pick which one she’d like best. Matt, at the security desk, let him into the condo about two hours before and he’d created a veal marsala and penne alla vodka. I hoped she liked one of the two choices.
Before grabbing the plates, I picked up the bottle of wine Marcel had paired with the food and brought it out to Emma. I walked over to see her sitting with her napkin already in her lap, looking out the window.
“Would you like a glass of wine?”
She smiled as I approached. “Yes, I’d love some,” she said as she turned back to look out at the view. “It’s like a different world up here,” she stated, enamored.
“It is.”
I picked up her wine glass and poured some of the pinot noir, then did the same with mine.
“How long have you been in the city?” I asked her. I knew she wasn’t from New York; I could tell by her accent.
She smiled. “A little over four years.”
“And you’ve never seen this kind of view?” I pointed out to the skyline.
She laughed and it lit up her face. “Yes, I’ve seen a view like this, but it’s not like I can see it every day like you can.”
I looked out at the city and tried to see it from her point of view. If I wasn’t raised here, I’d probably appreciate it more.
I gave her a small smile and started walking toward the kitchen. I needed to make this less about talking and more about fucking. “Are you ready to eat?”
“Yes, I’m actually starving,” she said as she picked up her wine glass and took a sip. “Hmmm.” She licked her lips. “This is really good.”
I grinned. “Marcel knows his wine.” I grabbed both plates and made my way back to the table. “Veal marsala or penne alla vodka?”
She looked at both plates with a smile. “Veal marsala.”
I set her plate down and took a seat across from her. She’d already taken her first bite by the time I was finally able to pick up my fork. And by the moan that left her lips, I could tell she was enjoying it.
“Good?” I asked.