AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I nodded. I seriously needed to get laid, my needs heightened to fever pitch after Mr. Armed and Dangerous had emanated copious amounts of testosterone. “The usual time.”
“So I have an hour to impress you with my charm and wit?”
I wasn’t sure if he needed to impress me. I wanted the strength of a man’s arms to surround me, the dominance of his mouth on mine while the driving force of his cock expelled all my memories and fears, at least for a little while.
I held his gaze and said softly, “You’ve impressed me enough.”
His eyes widened and his nostrils flared, tension exploding between us as heady as a rollercoaster ride. He reached out with one hand, curling his fingers through mine. “You have no idea how much that means to me. How much you mean to me.”
I didn’t want to call him out on his bullshit and ruin the moment. He’d only known me for a month at most. All I wanted was his cock inside me. Then I’d leave him and this town behind and take on another new life and identity. That his touch didn’t send fireworks through me was my only concern. Was he enough for me, even temporarily?
He’d have to be. It wasn’t as if Mr. Armed and Dangerous was here to accommodate my needs, and even if he was I’d promised myself to avoid his type. I needed a trustworthy, placid man who just happened to be good in bed.
Yeah, and Tinkerbelle is actually a giant, a voice mocked inside my head.
Withdrawing my hand from William’s clasp, I asked, “Your place or mine?”
His green eyes flashed as need pierced them, sharp and deep. “My place is half-an-hour away.”
“Then my place it is,” I said huskily. It was only two blocks away, an easy walk before I’d take him to my bedroom where he’d hopefully satisfy me, and douse the primitive, burning need inside.
William had drained beer number four by the time I took off my apron and collected my handbag. He stood and escorted me out of the bar and onto the tree-lined street, the late afternoon sun turning the green leaves into gold as he curled his arm around my shoulder.
He glanced down at me, “My car is just around the corner.”
I shook my head. “Leave it there. It’s a short walk to my place.”
He exhaled heavily, his gaze sweeping over me and his hold tightening. “That’s a relief,” he admitted with a twisted smile. “That was the longest, most excruciating hour of my life. I can’t remember ever being this hard.”
I sniggered, while secretly speculating if his present condition would impact on his performance. I certainly didn’t want him to finish inside me prematurely. I needed to be fucked hard and long, and to enjoy an orgasm or two along the way.
A few minutes later, I led him to one of the many aged apartment blocks in the area, before turning to him and explaining, “It’s not much, I know, but it’s good enough for me temporarily.”
If he was unimpressed he didn’t show it. Instead he turned to me and asked shrewdly, “Temporarily?”
I wanted to stamp my foot at the slip of my tongue, instead I smiled demurely and said, “You don’t expect a girl like me to stay in a place like this forever, do you?”
He grinned, seemingly appeased. “Of course not. You’re a princess, you deserve a palace.”
“Are you saying you’re my prince?” I asked with a genuine giggle. As corny as the conversation was becoming, it was kind of fun. Flirting wasn’t something I was naturally good at, not with the life I’d led.
“I’ll be anything you want me to be,” he said before he bent and picked me up. I giggled as I directed him up the exterior stairs to the second level of the apartment block, where my dingy abode awaited.
I was impressed by his strength. Not that I weighed much. I was all tits and dark hair, my calories burned up fast thanks to my constant flight reflex. I was ready to run at a moment’s notice. I wound my arms around his neck and he bent his head and kissed me, pressing me against my door then as we made out while I fumbled for my keys inside my handbag.
Only once they were jangling in my hand did he peel his mouth off mine and take the keys off me, inserting the biggest one into the door before pushing it open and slamming it shut behind us.
Damn, I needed this. If I closed my eyes I could even imagine it was the forbidding Mr. Armed and Dangerous who was about to claim me. Then reality intruded as William placed me on my feet before undressing me with fumbling, desperate hands.
I ignored a pang of disappointment as I stripped him in return while walking backward with him toward my bedroom. My passion dimmed a little more at uncovering his broad body that bordered toward outright bulk. If he overindulged, he apparently didn’t bother to work off his vices.
I mentally shook my head. I was being picky. Tossing my handbag onto the floor, I flicked on my bedroom light to fight off the approaching gloom. The bulb glared down at us as he unclipped my bra and let it fall, then pulled my thong down to expose me to his lustful stare.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he said hoarsely, even as he straightened and looked back down at me.
I winced. He’d taken corny one step too far. If Mr. Armed and Dangerous had taken me home, he wouldn’t have spoken clichéd sentiments, he probably wouldn’t have spoken at all. He would have kissed me until I was gasping for oxygen, then gone down on me with his beard scraping me raw as he peeled my folds apart and sucked on me like his latest drug.
I shivered a little, the hairs on my nape standing on end. I was fantasizing about the other man so much I almost imagined he was in my bedroom, feasting on my nudity with his dark stare and shamelessly enjoying the show.
