Page 37 of Holding Out for a Gyro
But that wasn’t why I was frozen in indecision. Old Chelsea knew better than to mix the streams. Sex was sex. Why complicate it with emotion? It was safer to keep romance off the table. Nobody would get hurt.
Once I let him in, I’d have to accept that I wasn’t just casually hanging out with Bas. I’d be opening more than the door to my house.
He laid a hand on my shoulder. “Do you want me to go?”
Of course he’d let me off the hook. I shook my head and walked the rest of the way up the steps to my porch.
While I unlocked my front door, Bas leaned his head against the post, fucking me with his eyes. My keys slipped from myfingers from sudden nerves. He picked them up and held them out to me, then wrapped his hand around mine and gently tugged me closer, pressed his lips to my palm. His breath tickled my wrist.
“Is this what you want?”
I laughed. “Of course.”
His hands dropped to my waist, then splayed out across my lower back. He pulled me into him and kissed the side of my neck, his soft mouth inching up to my ear. He whispered, “You feel amazing,” before brushing his lips across my jaw, my cheek, teasing, agonizing.
I let my head fall back, eyes closed, waiting, wanting, needing. If he didn’t kiss me soon, I might detonate.
His fingers slid under the hem of my shirt and traveled over my skin, sending vibrations in all directions. When his mouth found mine, at last, my throat released a feral sound. I dug my hands into those thick waves and grasped him hard, barely stopping for breath as I sucked on his lips, sought his tongue. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
I hooked his calf with my ankle, to pull him closer, so I could feel how my body was affecting his. When I ground into his hard cock, the smallest moan escaped his lips.
Desperate for more, I tugged his shirt hem free. His stomach rippled as I ran my thumb across exposed skin. He had tight muscles and a trail of hair I wanted to follow. I popped the button on his pants.
His hands fell from my body, and he pulled back. He stood to his full height, considering me. Did he expect me to beg?
Every cell in my body throbbed with energy. I couldn’t resist him.
I was a heartbeat away from begging when he whispered, “Tell me what you want from this.”
As a response, I kicked the door open, fisting the fabric of hisshirt and pulling him inside.
He licked those luscious lips and asked, “And tomorrow? Will we still be good?”
Funny, that was my line. “I don’t know. Will we?”
“What are you thinking, Chelsea? Can I get one of your patented truth bombs?”
The question made me laugh. Nobody but Bas would think I was too honest. “I’m thinking this is uncharted territory for me, and I’m scared of tomorrow. I’ve never let a man into my house.” Not for this.
“Do you want me to go?” he asked once again, and I loved that his first response was to prioritize my needs.
I shook my head. “I want you to kiss me.”
He closed and locked the door, then let me lead him into my inner sanctum.
Chapter Eight
Basil
Challenge: Hike a trailyou’ve neverno one’s ever been on before
Staying here was probably a mistake. But leaving wasn’t a better option. Did I want to have sex with her again? Absolutely. But there was something a little manic about the way Chelsea had invited me into her house, like she was trying to prove something to herself.
The fact I was the first man she’d trusted into her home? I couldn’t process how significant that was. How had I been singled out as special?
I followed her into her bedroom, taking in the details of her private world. The fluffy white duvet on her queen-size bed was turned down at the corner, a little rumpled but inviting. Her pale yellow walls displayed photos I wanted to examine more closely, but one in particular caught my eye: Chelsea’s black hair blew in strands behind her while she ran barefoot along a beach, a white dress riding up her thighs, laughing, expression so free and open. I wondered who’d taken that picture and where, but these were questions for another day.
Right now, I was interested only in the real girl biting her lower lip, so cute. Was she nervous? I’d never seen her lack confidence since I’d met her. Until tonight.
