Filed to story: Can’t Get Enough Of You
I realized that for a long time, Ryan had made me feel like I wasn’t worth much at all. I had just been so caught up in our dream of ‘forever’ that I hadn’t noticed how he’d started disregarding me, and how he’d started treating me like I was a maybe in his life, when he’d been a definitely in mine all that time.
Nolan looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. Even though it was just for tonight, the way he treated me felt good.
We rode with the windows down. He moved his hand to my leg and interlinked his fingers with mine. It was sexy, but sweet, too. Everything about him, every little move he made, was perfect.
His car was nice. Expensive, but not in a flashy way. I liked that about him-he was obviously higher on the economic food chain, and he had a few doors already open for him in life. But he didn’t give me the idea that it defined him. He didn’t rub it in my face or make me think he was just using it to get me in bed.
And that made me want to get in bed with him all the more.
Still, Nolan was a stranger. And I didn’t go home with strangers. I’d always had a theory that going home with strangers was asking for trouble. But when I thought about Ryan, I realized that even though I’d thought I knew him all this time, it turned out that I really hadn’t known him all that well. I would have never thought he would throw away something we’d worked on for so long…
For no reason at all.
And Nolan… there was something about him that made him feel like he wasn’t a stranger at all. When we talked, it was like he understood me. And I hadn’t had that with anyone.
Not with Ryan, and not with any of the guys I’d dated before.
Not even with my girlfriends, to be honest. Not like this. I’d always figured it was because I was an artist. A little different from everyone else. I hadn’t expected anyone to truly understand me.
But somehow, it felt like Nolan did.
And that wasn’t something I wanted to let slip through my fingers.
So when he’d asked me if I wanted to go home with him, the only answer that had made logical sense was ‘yes.’
We arrived at his apartment and he unlocked the door, letting me walk in first.
“Oh,” I said when he flicked on the lights and I looked around. “This place doesn’t look anything like my student apartment.”
My place was a little dingy, with water damage on the ceiling, an oven I had to wedge shut with a broomstick, and a door I had to put my body weight behind to open or shut if I wanted to come or go.
Nolan’s place was neatly outfitted with modern designer furniture, and it had a clean, masculine scent.
Nolan chuckled when I ogled the place.
“It’s not much, but it’s home.”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked. “If this is your definition of ‘not much,’ I don’t want to know what the rest of your life will look like when you’re some crazy business mogul.”
I shrugged out of my coat and Nolan took it for me. A real gentleman.
He laughed. “You think I’m going to become a business mogul?”
“Oh, yes,” I said.
He certainly looked the part. I was pretty sure he would be drop-dead gorgeous in a designer suit.
He was already jump-his-bones hot.
All he needed was to take that commanding air a step further and he was going to be everything.
He cupped my cheek, his face close to mine.
“You’re staring,” he mumbled, his lips so close to mine I could barely concentrate on the words he was speaking.
“You’re distracting,” I said.
I sounded like a fool. But he chuckled, and his voice was thick and smooth and it caressed my skin like honey.
When he kissed me, it was just as electric as it had been at the café when he’d pressed his lips against mine. But this time, it was different. There was so much more passion behind it. So much more lust. He pressed the length of his body against mine, and I could feel the bulge in his pants, proof of his growing interest in me.
And God, I wanted him. He was charming and handsome and confident-exactly the type of guy I never expected to end up with. And what was more, he wanted me, too.
I could feel it all the way down in his boxers, where his cock strained against his pants to get to me.
It was setting my body on fire, the way he ground himself against me. My stomach tightened. I was getting wet for him.
God, so wet.
Nolan broke the kiss and looked at me.
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.
Was he serious? I didn’t want anything to drink. Or to eat. Or anything that wasn’t him naked and on top of me.
I blushed at myself, thinking things like this about a total stranger.
But then again, he didn’t feel like a stranger to me.
I shook my head and kissed him, running my hands over his chest.
“I want to know where your bedroom is,” I said.
He chuckled against my mouth and wrapped his arms around me. His hands landed on my ass and he picked me up. I yelped. He lifted me as if I weighed no more than a feather, and when I held onto his shoulders, I could feel the muscles ripple as he held me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to the bedroom. His tongue was in my mouth again and I moaned softly, only vaguely aware of the apartment around us as he moved me to the bedroom.
He didn’t bother with the lights-the bedroom was illuminated enough with light pouring in from the other rooms-and he placed me on the bed. I giggled for some reason then. I felt delirious with desire. He smiled at me.