Page 54 of Psychotic Obsession
He stays behind me in silence as I unlock my door, and I stand aside so he can walk in, pulling his suit jacket off and hanging it on my fancy, tree-shaped coat holder. He eyes my apartment, walking in front of me, and I watch him as he explores, running his fingers over nearly everything.
"You do look good with brown hair. Did you dye it because I said I liked the blonde?”
I look down. My exact reason for putting the hair dye on was because he liked my hair so much, and I thought it would help the emptiness inside me. Like maybe if he did reappear, he wouldn’t like me, and it would be easier to walk away.
Silence follows while he walks into my kitchen, reaching his hands out to me, wanting me to stand between his legs as he pulls himself up to sit on the counter. I shake my head, sitting up on the counter opposite him.
Frustrated, he groans, running a palm down his face. "Come on, Aria. I'm trying."
"Why did you come here? It's not like you drove an hour. You live thousands of miles away." I screw my face at him, trying to show how royally fucking pissed off I am. "Then you turn up at my presentation and think it would be okay to stand to show yourself? I don't know what you expect me to say to you. I really don't think we?—"
"That you missed me," he interrupts, making me narrow my eyes at him, crossing my legs at the knees. He disregards myglare, gripping the edge of the counter. "Or just tell me you aren't mad at me."
He slides off the counter, and my breath hitches, my heart picking up pace with each step he takes in my direction, his face relaxed, eyes hooded.
"I told you I missed you." He tilts his head to the side, only two strides away from me. "You blocked my number."
“For a reason. It was done," I throw back, holding my breath as he rests both hands on each side of me, leaning in slightly so I can clearly see the mixture of blues dancing in his eyes, his flawless skin, the full lips that make me want to?—
“It’s not done, not for me.”
"You can’t be serious?"
“Why tell me you liked me then? If you were going to throw me away so easily?”
“Wasn’t it just sex for you?” I ask, absentmindedly resting my hands over the top of his, our touch electrifying. “I do like you, but you’re pushing a boundary I’ve put in place.”
He settles between my parted legs despite my words, and the annoying excitement starts to crawl up my inner thighs, and I revel in the feeling of him so close to me once again. “I’m changing. For you, I really am.”
Sighing, I run my hands up his muscular arms, lacing my fingers at the nape of his neck.
“Give me a shot,” he pleads, lowering his forehead to mine and pulling my body into his. “I’ll be good for you.”
I ignore him again as he narrows his eyes at me, nudging my nose with his, our lips inches apart. One slight movement, and the atmosphere will change. The room will rise in temperature, most likely ending with our clothesripped off and scattered along the floor.
"You want me to follow up on my promise if you ignore me again, am I right?" he asks with curiosity against my mouth, andI nod slowly. His teeth graze along my jaw and stop at my ear, whispering his next words so seductively teasing, I have to stifle a moan. "Do you want me to fuck your face, Doctor?"
"Maybe something a little more..." I gasp as Tobias' fingers dig into my hips, pulling me to him harder, cock straining in his trousers. "...a little more mutual," I breathe, letting out a whimper and swallowing hard as he leaves wet kisses down the side of my throat, groaning against my heated skin when my fingers trail up, grabbing and tugging a handful of his brown strands while the other hand palms him, cock already hard enough to take me right here.
I'm in complete and utter denial, half of me wanting him to screw me senseless. The other half doesn't have a clue what is going on.
I just can't seem to get enough of him. Every single fibre of my being needs and wants him...intimately and emotionally. It feels like time should stand still when we have moments like this, staring into each other's eyes with intensity, but it passes too fast, making me wish I could be stuck in limbo with him forever.
A knock at the door has me pulling away from Tobias in a panic, completely forgetting the time and who is coming. He snaps his head in the direction of Ewan's voice, shouting that it's only him, the handle pulling down. I push him away from me, stepping out of the kitchen, and my face pales when Ewan's relaxed eyes connect with my horrified ones.
"I need to go get Jason in half an hour, so I'll be quick."
Ewan halts his words and stands still as Tobias walks out behind me, both hands on my tense shoulders. I fully expect a war, or for me to be placed between them both and demanded to choose, but when Tobias introduces himself as my boyfriend, Ewan’s eyes flash to me.
“Boyfriend?”
“Who are you?” Tobias asks, making my ex’s glare darken, bringing his eyes back to him.
“Her ex, Ewan.”
“Any reason why you’re in my girlfriend’s house?”
Ewan’s hands curl into fists, his teeth gritting, staring at me. “Yeah. Why am I in your house, Aria?”
