No, I’m referring to the fact that I’m standing on the threshold to Matt’s apartment, knocking on his door.
No, I’m not stalking him. Before he left work for today, he stopped by my office and asked me if I would I like to come to his apartment for dinner, for our date.
His. Apartment.
The man that doesn’t take women that he’s fucking home.
See… huge!
Because that means he definitely sees me as more than just a great lay. He is truly seeing that maybe we are relationship material. He’s progressing far faster than I ever thought possible, and it makes me admire him even more for the efforts he’s making.
The door opens, and a moment of pure giddiness possesses me when I see Matt. He’s beyond gorgeous as he stands there in dark-washed blue jeans and a tight, white t-shirt. His feet are bare, and he has a corkscrew in one hand. He is relaxed and happy to see me, and I melt a little more for him.
“That’s not a new sexual toy you bought to use on me, is it?” I ask, looking at the corkscrew. “It looks like it may hurt.”
Matt steps back to let me in, giving me a grin. “I don’t need toys to use on you, baby.”
“No, you don’t,” I whole-heartedly agree.
Looking around, I take in Matt’s apartment. It’s totally a man’s home. It has light beige walls, dark leather furniture, and a TV in the living room that practically takes up an entire wall. It’s comfortable looking though, and I immediately kick off the heels I wore with my jeans and peasant top, placing them near the door.
“Come in the kitchen,” Matt says. “I’m finishing up dinner.”
“Smells delish… What are we having?”
“Nothing fancy. Just a quick, chicken casserole. I’m not that great of a cook.”
“Then I’m very impressed that you are trying to cook for me. I think you might get lucky tonight.”
Matt pulls a bottle of wine from a rack beside his refrigerator and opens it up. “We’re both getting lucky tonight,” he says softly.
The tone of his voice… it’s seductively promising, and warmth rushes through me. He stares at me as he pours two glasses of wine, his eyes burning bright.
“You’re very good at this,” I say as I take the wine that he offers me. I take a sip and sigh with pleasure.
“What’s that?” he murmurs as he takes his own sip. His eyes blaze into me over the rim of his glass.
“Dating me… trying to give me a relationship. It’s more than I expected, so thank you.”
Matt sets his wineglass on the counter and walks up to me. He takes my hand and lifts it up to his mouth, pressing a warm kiss on the inside of my wrist. He stares at me as his lips move across my skin, and my pulse flutters madly in response.
“You know,” he says as he takes my glass from my other hand and sets it on the counter, “I told myself I wasn’t going to touch you when got here, but when I opened my door and saw you, I knew that was a lie.”
Taking my other wrist, he pulls it up to his mouth to give it a warm lick, followed by a soft kiss, all the while pinning me with his gaze. “Then I told myself I would wait until after dinner to have you, but now… touching you… tasting you like this…”
Another warm kiss to my wrist, and then he continues, “Well, I knew that was lie, too.”
Still holding my wrist, Matt walks up to the oven and turns it off. I have no choice but to follow. Turning, he leads me through the living room and down a hallway. His walk is casual, but I’m feeling anything but.
He’s leading me to bed, where I know he’ll do terribly wicked things to me. The thought causes my most intimate muscles to clench almost painfully, and my panties to become damp.