Page 14 of Last First Date
I shrug as casually as I can manage, and head into his pristine loft, making sure that he sees me very obviously not looking at all of his delicious naked or towel-clad parts.
“I thought we were trying to catch the happy hour at Cielo’s,” I say, crossing toward the massive floor to ceiling windows to look out at the tree-lined street.
I’m definitely not drooling over the hot as hell, almost-but-not-quite naked man in the room. Nope, nope. Also I am one hundred percent not thinking about what he would taste like either. And it’s definitely not my fault if the simple business of being in the same room with Thomas Abernathy is enough to make my entire body feel alive and awake.
His voice ripples over me and I can feel it against my overheated skin, almost like an actual touch. “I need to get dressed. Then we can go by your place and you can change clothes. No big deal, Darcy.”
I tense up immediately, my spine stiffening. “What do you mean I can change? I’m wearing black. Doesn’t that count as dressy?”
He waits too long to answer. Ugh, I should never have even bothered with this whole stupid idea. If I can’t even wear the right clothes, then how am I ever going to learn to fit in with the upper crust crowd in time for the gala?
Suddenly, he’s behind me, right next to me but not touching me. The heat from his body makes all the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up and suddenly I can’t breathe because of his proximity.
His voice in my ear is low and rough, and I can feel every breath of his words hot against my hair and skin. “You’re so fucking gorgeous that there’s no way I can take you out in public like that. Those perfect tits of yours are practically falling out of that skimpy little blouse, just begging to be stared at, kissed, and licked.”
I suck in a sharp breath, because all the oxygen in the world has been burned away by the heat in his voice.
“There’s absolutely no way in hell I’ll take you to a bar like Cielo’s with those pointy little nipples of yours left unsucked. So unless you’re willing to come into my bedroom right now and let me taste you, you’re going to have to change your clothes so I don’t go completely fucking crazy every time you take a breath.”
Whatever air was in my lungs leaves my throat in a low, rough sound. Because what the hell just happened? Here I am, being extra careful to not let things between us get too hot or too awkward and this fucking man is coming out of nowhere parading that gigantidick in a fucking towel and talking about my nipples? Like he owns them or something.
I spin around to face him. I’m gearing up to yell at him, but he’s already stalked off down his hallway toward where I presume his bedroom is.
I almost believe for a moment that I’ve imagined the entire scene, but the distinct throbbing between my legs tells me otherwise.
Holy hell. Thomas Abernathy just turned me on more than any other man in my life, and he hasn’t even touched me.
I glance down at my cleavage and can also understand what he was saying. The two stiff peaks of my nipples are more than obvious as the breath saws in and out of my lungs.
I definitely should have had a little ménage à moi before leaving my place. Now I’m left gasping and horny in the living room of the King of the One Night Stand. I’ve got to get a grip on myself before I end up chasing that man into his bedroom and climbing him like a tree.
By the time I’ve convinced myself I can act mostly normal instead of like a sex-crazed creeper, Thomas Abernathy saunters back into his living room wearing some amazingly tight slate gray slacks and one of those button up dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off his forearms. Good lord, even his forearms are hot.
I’m definitely going to have to deal with all this unresolved horniness later. In private. I swear this man looks like he could get a girl pregnant by standing too close to her with all that fucking swagger he has going on.
But I eye his wardrobe choices skeptically. “Why do you look like you just left court, Abernathy?”
He tilts his head a little. “Because we’re going to Cielo for the business happy hour, Darcy. If you want to go mingle with the suit type of sharks, it’s better for us to blend in.”
I nod slowly, as if I understand whatever he’s talking about, but honestly I’m low key staring at his crotch trying to see whether all that big dick energy of his is the real deal or not. “Okay, blend in. Gotcha.”
His mouth curls up into another one of those dangerous smiles that leaves my skin buzzing. And I know it’s going to be a long fucking night of me resisting the lure of his handsome face and tight pants. “Let’s go pick out something a little less revealing for you to wear, beautiful.”
Well, ouch. I guess he wasn’t kidding about having me change clothes. Is there really something so terrible about the outfit I’m wearing? I run my hands across my chest, then down my sides to my waist, fiddling with the edge of my shirt.
But I stop as he grabs one of my wrists and pulls at my hand hard and fast, jarring me from my thoughts. “Stop teasing me, Darcy. I’m only a man, and you’re playing with fire here.” The growl in his voice has my heart pounding again.
I want to rub up against him until he goes crazy and we spend the rest of the night fucking on every available surface in his expensive loft.
But I also know that I’m not down for being just another notch on his bedpost, no matter how insanely hot Thom Abernathy is.
I’m not a one-night kind of girl. And since everyone knows that’s all that’s on the menu with him, I need to shut down my overeager lady parts’ response to him right this minute.
I clear my throat then tug my wrist free from his grasp. “I don’t have much in the way of clothes that aren’t uniforms for work. What exactly did you have in mind, Thom?”
There. That sounded almost normal.
“A dress. You need one of those wrap dresses that shows off all of your sexy curves and is fastened with just one little flimsy tie.” His eyes flash. “The kind of dress that flashes too much of those sexy legs of yours every time you move. The kind of dress that comes off with one rough pull.”
