His car picks up speed. “Okay, I might have lied a little bit,” I backtrack as we get closer and
closer to his house. I shake out my hands nervously. “I’m wearing a bodysuit, so it’s like clipped.” I point at my vagina. “But unclipped, there is nothing there.”
“I’m going to need you to stop talking right now,” he states, his jaw tight, and his teeth clenched together. “The last thing I need is to pull over and fuck you in this car.”
My mouth opens in shock and then closes and then opens again, nothing coming out. He puts the car in park and I see we are in his driveway. “Now, this is your last chance,” he says, looking at me.
Fuck, the way his lips fall, the way his hair is pushed back, the way I want to taste him, it’s the most overwhelming feeling I’ve ever had.
My hand comes up to touch the door handle, this time pulling it open. “Is the front door open?” I ask him and don’t even wait for him to answer me. I just open the door and step out. My knees feel like they are knocking together. The butterflies in my stomach are at an all-time high, and the only thing I’m wishing for is not to throw up all over his porch.
I reach for the handle of the door right before I feel his hands on my hips, pulling my ass into him.
He bends his head, and I can feel his breath on my neck. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he whispers close to my ear, and my body shivers.
“Do what?” I whisper, holding my breath as I wait for him to answer.
I close my eyes, waiting for the touch to come. I close my eyes, willing it to come, but instead, he says, “It’s better if I show you.” He puts his hand on mine, opening the door.
stefano
. . .
I push open the front door. “After you,” I say. I don’t know why but it feels like an eternity before she takes that first step into the house.
She puts her hand on mine that holds her hip, intertwining our fingers. It feels like someone just sent electric shocks through me. My body is one big, tight nerve. It’s been one big, tight nerve this whole fucking week. I’m so out of my comfort zone, it’s not funny. At this point I’ve been winging it, hoping she wants what I want. She takes a step into the house, her hand never leaving mine. “Upstairs or downstairs?” She looks over her shoulder.
“I just want to put it on the record that I did have plans to wine and dine you tonight,” I clarify, kicking the door shut with my foot.
She turns to face me, her hand slipping out of mine but she doesn’t step away from me, instead she takes a step, closing the distance. “Are you saying that you wouldn’t have tried to sleep with me tonight?” She looks up at me, the twinkle in her eye.
I shake my head. “Do you know the hell I’ve been through this week?” I ask her, my hand coming up to push her hair behind her shoulder. “Having you close but not close enough.” I lean down and rub my nose along her neck. “Giving you the space you needed but wanting to be in your space.” I kiss her right where I can feel her heart beating just as fast as mine. “I’ve been trying really fucking hard not to scare you away.” I trail kisses back up to her jaw. “Every single night I wanted to come into your room and slide into bed with you.” She shivers under my touch and I fucking love it. I love that I have this effect on her, it’s the same effect she has on me. “I want you in my bed,” I spell out to her,
“tonight, tomorrow.” I kiss her lips softly. “Every fucking night.” Being next to her and not being able to act and do the things I’ve wanted to do has to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I tried to be subtle about it, sit next to her, touch her when we are standing side by side. Watch the ridiculous shows she watches just so I can hold her hand. My favorite thing to do lately is just sit with her and look out at Avery. Except it would be with her in my lap or sitting in front of me while I kiss her neck.
“Well then, you should have just come to my room.” She puts her hands on her hips. “Because I was waiting for you to make the first move.” She leans her head back and nibbles my jaw, my cock straining so bad to get into her. “It’s a good thing I didn’t have my vibrator here, or else you would
have heard the buzzing.”
“Addison,” I hiss out her name.
“Stefano,” she moans out mine, and all I do is close my eyes and count to ten. I have to count to ten or else she would be over my shoulder as I carry her to my bedroom. I get to four before she says,