Page 65 of Melted by a Man

So I turned and walked out of the building, calling over my shoulder, “I’ll see you there.”

ChapterThirteen

JACQUELINE

Didhe realize how beautiful he looked like this? Flushed above me, panting, and satisfied? Something awakened in me here, lying with this handsome stranger. Something I couldn’t name for myself, but acknowledged regardless.

It wouldn’t matter, because I was still walking away in the morning.

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Checkingmy rearview mirror to see Leo following me on his bike, covered in his helmet, and leather jacket, and gloves, was one of the top five most erotic experiences of my life.

It was as if he was pursuing me, like a predator who was waiting for his prey to give up the chase. It wasn’t like that at all, obviously. Leo never made any dangerous turns on his bike. He never revved his engine in a way that other douchey motorcyclists did at stoplights. He never got his bike dangerously close to my car. But I still knewwhyhe stayed behind me the entire drive back. What our plans were.

It gave me some ideas, and I gnawed on my bottom lip the entire twenty-minute journey wondering if I could be brave enough to ask him for it. When we finally parked in front of my building, Leo conveniently found an empty spot directly next to mine (as if the universe itself was like, “Yeah, you twodefinitelyneed to have sex today”). He dismounted his bike and removed his helmet, before running his fingers through his hair.

Eventually, he tucked his helmet underneath his arm and shouldered his work bag, approaching me on the sidewalk.

“Do you still want me to come upstairs with you?” Leo asked. As if I wasn’t impatient to be alone with him.

I swallowed again before nodding my head.

“Words, Jacqueline.”

God, I loved when he ordered me around like that.

“Yes,” I stood straighter, “Yes, I want you to come upstairs with me.”

“And what’s going to happen when I do?” Leo took a step forward, then another.

“Um…” I shrugged, before squeezing my eyes closed for a second and gaining determination to not act like a stumbling, bumbling, sexually inexperienced woman, “Pretty much whatever you want.”

Leo hummed, the feel of my purse strap tugging away from my shoulder made me open my eyes. He was tracing the strap between his index finger and thumb, his eyes on his hand as he asked, “What if I want to raise your skirt and take you against your front door?”

I exhaled a shocked gasp, my lips twitching around a smile becauseholy shitthat sounded awesome, “If that’s what you want.”

“What doyouwant, Jacqueline? This isn’t just for me.” Leo tugged on my strap, gently tugging me into his space. The move didn’t look inherently sexual, but still made my body heat.

“…I don’t want to be in control, I think,” nerves swam in my belly at my words, “I don’t really want to think, or stress. I just want to…feel.”

“Feel what, exactly?” Leo pressed.

I lifted my gaze from his hand on my purse strap, and locked with his icy blue eyes when I breathed out, “…What only you can make me feel.”

Leo’s lips parted at my response, his eyes blinking as he nodded once and dropped his hold on my purse, “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.”

I grinned, before stepping to the side in a silent invitation to follow me up. We silently walked into my apartment building, but my body was buzzing. I wasn’t sure how obvious it looked to my neighbors who were passing in and out of the lobby. Could everyone tell that he and I were about to get intimate in my apartment?

I pressed the button to call the elevator, and his heat enveloped me as he stepped closer, waiting. His hand came up, and his fingers gently dragged over the skin on the back of my bicep, making me shiver as I waited for the doors to open.

When they did, I stepped through the doors and to the side to make room for him. Then I hit the button for my floor.

As soon as the doors closed, we both stood still and silent. He had his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and I remembered that my damp panties were stored in there. I wondered if he had a grip on them, or if he was playing with the lace in the obscurity of his pocket. I had my arms folded across my chest, both of us completely quiet as I drummed my fingers on my arm.

The elevator doors revealed my floor, and the two of us silently stepped into the hallway before I led us to my unit. I found that my hands weren’t steady as I dug around my purse for my keys.

Then Leo’s warm voice brushed over my ear, “You better hurry, Jacqueline.”

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