Page 20 of Bullseye
Leaning down, he kisses me gently on the lips, and the feeling of electricity rushes up and down my spine again. But still, the way he said it…
This is what I’ve been worried about all along. For some reason, in my gut, I feel like Avery could just bolt, and be gone at a moment’s notice. Yet… when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him, his lips pressed to mine, his kiss tells me he’s not going anywhere. At least for tonight.
And honestly, tonight’s all I can promise him as well.
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With his arms still wrapped around my waist and his mouth devouring mine, he backs me up until we bump against the front door of the apartment building.
“Oh,” I yelp as he presses me against the door, his two hands cradling my face possessively. Floating away, I’m nothing but animal instincts as he opens my mouth with his, and his tongue darts in and out with a forceful, steady movement. Pushing his hips against me, the bulge in his pants grows harder and bigger.
Damn, that is one package. Taking my hands from my sides and lifting them, he pins me to the door. If any one of my neighbors were to open the door now, we’d both go tumbling inside, with Avery landing on top of me…
Holding me pinned to the door, he pulls his hips back without breaking contact and then pushes them against me again—creating a slow, sexy, thrusting motion. My eyes roll back into my head as I stand here defenseless, with my arms overhead and my body being devoured by Avery.
Unlatching his lips from mine, he slides his mouth gently past my jaw and finds my neck. The warmth and darkness of the evening cover us like we’re wrapped in a thick blanket, and as he leaves little nips up and down my neck, my already-taut nipples tighten into hard nubs. His warm breath brushes my collarbone, and goosebumps pop up all over my body.
Still holding me against the wall, his trail of kisses ends in the hollow of my collarbone, and he licks the hollow, lapping up my sweat and salt. Dropping my arms, which tingle when they fall to my sides, he bends and bites at my nipples that are popping through the thin material of my tank top.
“God, Seneca…” he growls as he slides one hand into my top and frees a breast from my thin bra and tank top.
Grabbing it greedily with his large hand, he latches onto my nipple, licking, biting, and nipping until I don’t think I can take any more. Snaking my hands through his hair, I try to pull him tighter to me, but he resists and stands.
“We’re going inside,” he commands. “Before we go so far, I’ve got to shoot the security cameras and anyone who sees the footage.”
Ecstasy, in the form of sharp, little bolts, shoots upward from between my legs, through my breasts, and out my hands. “The darkness will protect us,” I answer, panting. He runs a finger across my lips, and I feel their puffiness.
“Come on.” Taking my hand in his, he pulls me off the door. “Key,” he demands, holding out his open palm.
“In my jeans pocket.” I begin to slip my breast back into my tank top, so I can fish my keys out of my pocket, but he reaches out and stops me. Taking my hand, he places it by my side.
“Leave it,” he snarls.
“My breast?”
Looking up into his eyes, I see power coupled with lust. A deep ache forms on top of the dampness between my legs.
“Yes. Now, give me the keys.”
Feeling incredibly exposed in the sexiest of ways, I dig into my pocket and, retrieving the keys, I hand them to him. “The larger one is for the front door,” I explain, although it’s a miracle that I’m forming any coherent thought.
Watching as he slides the key into the lock and pushes the door open quietly, we step inside, and I have to keep myself from jumping on top of him and straddling him here in the hallway. Catching him staring at my exposed breast, my cheeks heat. The lights are harsher here, and a hell of a lot less flattering, and there’s no doubt he can see every blue vein leading to my erect nipple.
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen,” he mumbles, assuaging my fears. Leaning down, he kisses me again. Then, standing straight, he looks at the staircase to our left, and the hallway dead ahead. “Which way?”
“Second floor, apartment 2B. Beautiful view of the parking lot.” I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s hardly the first time I’ve been with a man, but it is the first time I’ve been with a man who’s this alpha and possessive, and one I like this much. Wrapping his hands around my waist, he glides me up the stairs. Moving me to the spot beside my door, he pushes it open.
“Careful of the boxes,” I warn as he pulls me inside. I’ve been here for over a month, but I never bothered to unpack. Who knows when I’m going to have to pack up and run?
Closing the door behind us, he slides off his jacket and tosses it onto my kitchen counter, and then places his gun down carefully on top of it, and facing away from us. Then he presses me against the back of the door. This time, when he kisses me, it’s slower and deeper.
Reaching up and resting my hands on his shoulders, I pull him closer. Stroking both sides of my face again, he looks at me in a way that’s almost heartbreaking. I release my hands, and he takes them, pulling me to the bed, which is really only a mattress piled on top of a box spring in the middle of the floor. With a soft push, I plop down onto the mattress with a small bounce.
“Raise your arms,” he commands softly.
I find myself raising both arms overhead. Turning my head slightly, I rub my cheek against my shoulder. Watching me, he places a hand to his chest and takes a deep breath. With a sigh, he releases his hand.
Reaching for the bottom of my tank top, he pulls it overhead and then tosses it aside. Climbing down onto the bed next to me, he balances on his knees. His weight on the mattress makes me move slightly, and reaching behind me, he unclasps my bra and frees my breasts. They spring forward as he lays me back.
