Page 67 of With This Kiss
I shook my head. “My place’s still not ready.”
She shot me a look that said she didn’t believe me. She would be right not to. My place has been ready for a week now. I even got new furniture and shit.
“I’ll take you back to the hotel.”
“Take me back to your place.”
“I don’t have room for you,” she said stubbornly.
I smiled just as we stopped by her car. “I’ll sleep on your bed. I won’t take up much room. I promise. I’ll be like a little cat. You won’t even know I’m there.”
She stared up at me with an incredulous look on her face. “I don’t think it’s possible tonotnotice you.”
I grabbed her hand and held it to the door handle, unlocking the car door before climbing onto the passenger seat. I pulled the cap down to cover more of my face while she stood there, as if debating on whether or not she really should drive me back to her place.
She should.
I wasn’t getting out of this fucking car otherwise.
I saw her shoulders rise and fall from a small sigh before she made her way to the driver’s side and got in, turning on the car.
I didn’t ask her why she had been ignoring me these past few days, and she didn’t elaborate.
She did take her usual route home, so that was something. I reached over and placed my hand on her thigh when we were about halfway there.
She glanced at me briefly from the contact, but it was as if she knew it was a losing battle because she didn’t bother to say anything.
I smiled and drew indistinguishable shapes there, my eyes focused out the window.
We got to her apartment in no time.
She opened her front door and walked through, not looking back to see if I would follow. I let my eyes take in her shapelyform from behind, especially when she took off my jacket and draped it over the back of her couch, showing off the tight button-up shirt she was wearing along with black pants that molded to her curves perfectly.
My sweet little librarian.
I walked over and wrapped my arms around her from behind.
She tensed against me. “I didn’t bring you back here for sex.”
“I know,” I said, moving my hand to the front of her shirt and slowly unbuttoning it.
“Then what are you doing?” she asked, not stopping me.
“We’re not going to have sex. But I want to make you feel good. Wouldn’t my baby like that?”
She took in a sharp breath. “I’m not your baby.”
“Oh, but you are. You’re mine and only mine. And baby? I always take good care of my things.”
“I am not a thing to be possessed,” she said, trying to sound outraged. Trying to sound strong. She just sounded breathless to me. I pushed the shirt down her arms, letting it fall to the floor, revealing the black, tight undershirt she wore.
I looked down at the swell of her breasts, my mouth watering. Fuck, but she was beautiful.
I turned her around to face me. “Then tell me why I feel so fucking possessive when it comes to you?” I asked, my voice harsh, angry even.
“You’re fucking crazy. That’s why?—”
Her words were cut off when I bent down and pulled her earlobe between my teeth, nibbling on it. I felt her chest push against me harshly.
