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Hours alone in an apartment with Danica and not being able to touch her… That goodbye kiss… Her flirty texts…
I couldn’t take it anymore.
And it hit me, as I collapsed on the bed… that I’d passed the point where I cared about getting hurt.
I’d dropped my guard with her—and switched into hungry mode.
I was officially more hungry for Danica Vola than I was afraid of getting hurt by her.
And coming with my dick in my hand while I thought about her pussy?
Jesus Christ.I was seeing stars and my whole body was still trembling.
What the hell was gonna happen when I actually got her naked?
I was either gonna be disappointed by the real thing when it didn’t live up to my fantasies… or when this girl’s pussy squeezed my dick, I was very possibly gonna have a heart attack.
Thing was, I was willing to take the risk.
Something told me she’d be worth it.
When I’d caught my breath, I reached over for some of the tissues that my interior decorator had so thoughtfully left on one of my new bedside tables, to clean up. As I did, I noticed my phone had lit up with an incoming message… from Danica.
Actually, there were three of them.
Danica:Sorry, I feel bad about lying to you.
Danica:The truth is I’m not wearing anything. I’m trying to sleep and I’m thinking about you.
Danica:Good night, Ashley.
I groaned, then reread her messages.
Fuck, but I needed inside this woman.
Tomorrow.
Chapter Twenty-One
Danica
The next evening, I went over to Ashley’s place to take care of all the finishing touches. I had a few nice-looking, low maintenance bachelor plants—hardy cacti that wouldn’t die when he went away on tour and totally forgot to water them for months at a time—and the last round of storage bins for his closets.
I had everything in a couple of giant shopping bags when he opened the door, and his manners had definitely improved since our first meeting, because he took them off my hands right away. He put them in the kitchen and stared at me as I stood in the entryway.
Granted, I was expecting him to stare. Or at least check me out. He always did. And tonight, I was wearing a sexy outfit for our date later on.
This one was different than the sexy outfits he’d seen me in before. Leather-look leggings, black and skin-tight, which I saved for very special/sexy occasions. And a flirty, sleeveless blouse, gray with subtle sparkles.
I’d finished it all off with one of my tangled-chain bracelets with little silver skull charms on it and a couple of my favorite vintage rings. And some subtly smoky eye makeup. My hair was down, with loose waves at the ends.
I felt incredibly ready for a date with a rock star, style-wise.
The rest of me? Less ready. More like excited/nervous, especially when Ashley looked me over the way he did.
Slowly. Thoroughly.
Hungrily.
