He appeared a little put off by my quick change in subject. Pointing to a door off the living room, he said, “Through there and to the left.”
“Thank you.”
I stood and went where he directed me. The door he told me to go through was his bedroom. I didn’t think about where I was walking, I just wanted to get away and calm down. Being in here wasn’t going to help the process. Instead of lingering, I went straight into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. It was a much larger space than you’d expect from a one bedroom apartment. There was a stand up shower, with a separate Jacuzzi tub in one corner. And in the other, was a door that lead to the toilet. I didn’t actually need to go, so I walked to the sink. Turner kept this room very neutral. The walls were white and beige towels hung on the racks. It reminded me of a JCPenny’s catalog. Not at all what I’d expect after seeing the rest of the modern space. Guess everyone needed a little bit of dullness in their life.
Turning on the sink, I splashed some water on my face. It was cool and it soothed my frazzled nerves. I’d overshared. I didn’t regret telling him, but it was too much for a night like tonight. I had a long day at work, he’d seen me with the baby, and all I really wanted from tonight was a relaxing dinner, wine, and to see if anything else progressed between us. It was already a long time coming. Well, in terms of how quickly I knew he moved. It was a good pace for me though. The conversation had likely put a damper on the evening.
Shutting off the water, I dabbed my face on the bland towel, and walked out the door. What I didn’t expect to find was Turner, standing in the doorway, his chest rising and falling a little too fast.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
No answer. Instead he came at me like a freight train. Turner picked me up under my arms leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He didn’t stop his forward momentum until he had me pushed up against the wall by the bathroom.
“No, I’m not okay.” He breathed in my face. “I need you.”
No other conversation was needed. Thoughts of what we discussed only ten minutes ago were out the window. Right now was sheer animal instinct, and I had no intention of stopping him. His mouth came crushing down on mine in a forceful manner that would leave my lips swollen and bruised. Open mouths, tongues battling, and pure desire were swirling in the air, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wasn’t going to stop him if he took this as far as it could go tonight. I needed him just like he said he needed me. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to know how he moved and thrusted. No more imagining the “what if’s.” I’d take what I wanted from him, and I’d dare him to tell me no.
His tongue pushed against mine with a force that I’d never felt before. He licked and sucked on my lower lip. Nipping when he pulled away and came back for more. I repeated his motions, and I could feel what I was doing to him. The bulge beneath his jeans was enough to make me want to whimper. My hips moved forward and I pressed myself against him. I was wet and I needed relief from the pressure that was stirring in my sex. Setting me down, I stood on my tiptoes still trying to taste his lips.
“I want you on my bed, naked, Annabelle.” The way he said my name was so different than any other time.
I ripped my shirt off and unbuttoned my jeans. “More?” I taunted, not knowing where this daring girl had come from.
“All of it. Don’t make me ask again.”
I backed up until the bed hit the back of my knees. “I don’t see you doing the same.”
He took two steps in my direction. “You want the shirt gone?”
“Mhmm.”
Doing that one-arm over the back of his head move that guys somehow master, he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. I stared at every chiseled curve of his abs and ribs. There wasn’t even a patch of hair leading below his jeans. The shape of what was threatening to break out from under the zipper was so enticing, my mouth watered.
“What now?”
“Pants, Turner.”
He shook his head no. “I believe I asked first.”
I twisted around giving him my back. Unzipping, I hooked my thumbs on the top of my jeans and pushed them down my legs. They reached my knees and dropped to the floor. I made a show of stepping out of them and looking over my shoulder. My hair was hanging down past the middle of my back, and I was wearing a pair of black cheeky underwear. Couldn’t have been more thankful in that moment that I was a firm believer that pretty underwear, even if nobody saw them, made you feel good during the day.
“You going to make me wait?” I asked, turning around to face him.
The corner of his mouth tipped up into a devilish smile. “Suppose not.”
I watched every little move he made as he removed his clothing, leaving him standing in only a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. My legs were weak and I was going to come out of my skin if he didn’t touch me soon.
“Come here.” He crooked his finger at me, beckoning me to join him.
I shook my head no. “I can’t.”
And I really couldn’t. I was frozen where I stood. Unless he lay me down on this bed behind me, my leaning up against it was the only thing keeping me from falling to my knees and begging him to give me what I wanted. And right now I’d take just about anything from him. It had been entirely too long since I’d been with a man. It should be considered a sin how long it had been.
He got the picture, closed the space between us and pressed his firm body against mine. His skin was warm, while mine felt overheated. His hands came up and grazed the upper part of my arm and slowly descended until he reached my elbow. He grasped me and leaned me back, letting me know he wanted me lying down. I obliged. My back hit a smooth pillowy surface, and my head rested on the comfort of down feathers. He hovered over top of me. Next to the bed was his night stand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a silver wrapper. He made no show of hiding he was grabbing a condom. This was really happening.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” His eyes roamed over my exposed skin.