Part 32 (2/2)
”This is all very impressive.”
He pushed the b.u.t.ton for the top floor. ”Wait 'til you see our place. You're moving in with me now, right?”
”Right.”
”Ah, we've got some visitors at the moment, by the way. Just while we record the alb.u.m and that. A few more weeks, probably.” The lift doors slid open and we stepped into the hall. At which point David took my handbag from me. Then he bent and set his shoulder to my stomach, lifting me high. ”Here we are.”
”Hey,” I squeaked.
”I got you. Time to get carried over the threshold again.”
”David, I'm wearing a skirt.” It nearly went to my knees, but still. I'd rather not flash his guests and band members if I could avoid it.
”I know you are. Have I thanked you for that yet? I really appreciate having that easy access.” His black boots thumped along the marble flooring. I took the opportunity to grope his a.s.s because I was allowed to. My life was f.u.c.king fantastic like that.
”You're not wearing any underwear,” I informed him.
”That so?”
A hand felt up my rear. Over my clothing, thankfully.
”You are,” he said, voice low and growly in the best way possible. ”Which ones you wearing, baby? Boyshorts by the feel.”
”I don't think you've seen these.”
”Yeah, well we're gonna change that real soon. Trust me.”
”I do.”
I heard the sound of a door opening, and the marble beneath me turned to a glossy, black-painted wooden floor. The walls were a pristine white. And I could hear male voices, laughing and trash-talking nearby. Music played in the background, Nine Inch Nails, I think. Nate had been playing his music at the apartment and they were a favorite of his. Of course the condo looked amazing. There were dark wooden dining room chairs and green couches. Plenty of s.p.a.ce. Guitar cases were strewn about the place. From what I could see, it looked beautiful and lived in. It looked like a home.
Our home.
”You kidnapped a girl. That's awesome but illegal, Davie. You're probably going to have to give her back.” My hair was lifted and Mal appeared, crouched beside me. ”Hey there, child bride. Where's my h.e.l.lo kiss?”
”Leave my wife alone, you d.i.c.kwad.” David lifted one booted foot and negligently pushed him aside. ”Go get your own.”
”Why the f.u.c.k would I want to get married? That's for crazy folk like you two fine people. And while I applaud your insanity, no G.o.dd.a.m.n way am I following in your footsteps.”
”Who the f.u.c.k would have him?” Jimmy's smoother voice moved up alongside me. ”Hey, Ev.”
”Hi, Jimmy.” I took a hand off the seat of my husband's jeans and waved at him. ”David, do I have to stay upside down?”
”Ah, right. It's date night,” my husband announced.
”Got it,” Mal said. ”Come on Jimmy. We'll go find Benny-boy. He was going to that j.a.panese place for a bite.”
”Right.” Jimmy's sneakers headed for the door. ”Later, guys.”
”Bye!” I gave him another wave.
”Night, Evvie.” Mal left too and the door slammed shut behind them.
”Alone at last.” David sighed and started moving again, down a long hallway. With me still over his shoulder. ”You like the place?”
”What I can see of it is lovely.”
”That's good. I'll show you the rest later. First things first, I really need to get into those panties of yours.”
”I don't think they'd fit you,” I giggled. He slapped me on the a.s.s. White hot lightning, though it was more of a shock than anything. ”Christ, David.”
”Just warming you up, funny girl.” He turned into the last room at the end of the hallway, kicked the door shut. My handbag was thrown into a chair. Without a word of warning, he upended me onto a king-size bed. My body bounced on the mattress. The blood was rus.h.i.+ng around in my head, making it spin. I pushed my hair out of my face and rose up onto my elbows.
”Don't move,” he said, voice guttural.
He stood at the end of the bed, undressing. The most amazing sight in existence. I could watch him do this always. He reached back and pulled off his s.h.i.+rt and I knew bone deep I wasn't the luckiest f.u.c.king girl in the world. I was the luckiest f.u.c.king girl in the entire universe. That was the truth. Not just because he was beyond beautiful and I was the only one that got to see him do this, but the way he watched me through hooded eyes the entire time. l.u.s.t was there, but also a whole lot of love.
”You have no idea how often I've imagined you lying on that bed in the last week.” He pulled off his boots and socks, tossing them aside. ”How many times I nearly called you in the last month.”
”Why didn't you?”
”Why didn't you?” he asked, undoing the top b.u.t.ton on his jeans.
”Let's not do that again.”
”No. Never.” He crawled onto the bed, smoothing his hands down my calf muscles. My shoes went flying and his fingers slipped beneath my skirt, easing it up, higher and higher. Without breaking eye contact, he dragged down my boyshorts. He obviously wasn't interested in checking out my panties after all. The man had priorities. ”Tell me you love me.”
”I love you.”
”Again.”
”I love you.”
”I missed the taste of you so f.u.c.king much.” Big hands parted my legs, exposing me to his gaze. ”I might just spend a few days with my head between your legs, alright?”
Oh G.o.d. He rubbed his beard against my inner thigh, making my skin p.r.i.c.kle with awareness. I couldn't speak if I tried.
”Say it again.”
I swallowed hard, trying to get myself back under control.
”I'm waiting.”
”I l-love you,” I stuttered, my voice sounded barely there, breathy. My pelvis almost shot off the bed at the first touch of his mouth. Every bit of me was wound tight and trembling.
”Keep going.” His tongue parted the lips of my s.e.x, sliding between before delving within. The sweet, firm feel of his mouth and the ticklish sensation of his beard.
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