The thrill of him ensnared me the moment I saw his name light up my cell phone screen, just like it always did. By the time I arrive at his door, hand hesitating before pressing down the lever that I'm always surprised to find unlocked even though I know he's expecting me, my pulse stutters at my throat and I can feel it burning up my skin.
Come over. It wasn't a request, but then again it never was. He didn't ask, he commanded. And I always obeyed.
The door swung open on a dark room, and I pressed forward without turning on a light. I knew my way around now well enough to side step the table to my left just inside the entry and to turn right before the wall forced me to do so. I didn't need to see, I could follow the path I already knew and the trail of electric tension that buzzed hotter against my skin the closer I got to him. I felt it before I saw him, the heat of him I couldn't quite explain. His back was to me at the counter and he was cooking something. He wore sweatpants, no shirt and his dark hair damp and curling against his skin. I imagined the way it must be falling across his forehead and nearly sighed his name. I wanted to, but he'd told me not to speak.
When I reached him, my hands went to the small of his back and his muscles relaxed immediately at my touch. I pressed a kiss to the dark tattoo at his nape, smiling as I inhaled his spicy, clean scent.
"You're here," I felt more than heard him say, the rumble of his voice vibrating through my chest that was pressed against his back. I shivered, nodding with my lips still against his skin. On impulse, my tongue flickered out, licking at the wings of the inked bird. He rumbled again, something between a groan and a grunt as he turned from whatever had his attention on the stovetop, arms going around my waist for a moment before dropping to my hips, then my ass and hoisting me up against him in a single fluid motion.
The first kiss was soft and sweet, but hungry. The tension in his body returned but now it wore the name anticipation. I felt the heat of him more clearly now as he invaded my space and I welcomed it. He set me on the counter, using a hip to make space for his body between my knees. Warm hands splayed across the small of my back and my rib cage as he nipped my bottom lip, "Okay?"
This was the way he asked for permission- permission to command my body, invade my mind and overwhelm my senses. Permission sought without fail each time we met like this, and that I eagerly granted with a murmured, "okay" that folded neatly into our kiss. I felt the curl of his devilish smile against my lips as his fingers pressed into the hook of my bra, releasing the clasp as he tugged both the bea and shirt over my head and discarded them carelessly. I smelled the single of something burning and my eyes snapped open, suddenly anxious about the discarded material so close to the open flame of the burner and I tipped my head to glance discreetly.
He noticed, and two fingers came under my chin, tipping my head to meet his gaze roughly, "Eyes on me only, darling." His words were kind but his voice was a low warning, reinforced when he added on a growl, "I'll burn the whole house down before your attention will stray again."
"Yes sir" I murmured. His eyes went liquid with pleasure and he moved his hand from my chin to tangle in my hair, gripping and tugging softly at the roots as he kissed me again.
I heard the click of the burner shutting off and then both of his hands were on me- one in my hair, one drawing circles against the hip he gripped, his chest against mine and, as he shifted forward even closer, his hard length against me through the barrier of both our clothes.
My nipples were already hard but they felt electric when the contact increased and I arched into him with a soft moan, looking for more. The awareness of him consumed all of my senses when I felt the rumble of his chuckle against me. The heated battle of tongues gave way to rough scrapes of his teeth and gentle suckling caresses as he moved across my jaw and throat, sucking a little too hard behind my ear until I knew it'd leave a mark. I didn't doubt he knew it too.
His open mouthed love bites found their way across my collar bone and by the time he reached my breast, mouth closing around my nipple as his tongue swirled, I was a whimpering mess. My hands were against his back, gripping until my nails dug in and dragging just a little.
He released me, moving to the other breast but only offering a quick lick before blowing cool air across the sensitive peak of the neglected nipple. I splayed my hands, fingertips pressing across his ribs until my palms met on his stomach and I started to slide them down toward the waistband of his joggers.
"Please. More." I murmured when he tipped his hips back and away from me, continuing to only press light kisses to the bottom curve of my breast.
I arched into him, trying to close the space he'd created and his head snapped up, brow lowered and voice thick with desire and authority, "When I'm ready."
