Page 23 of Mortala
This delectable woman will be the death of me.
Her kiss alone has me rock hard in fucking seconds, and I’m aching to take her right here in this damn elevator.
Her tongue wraps around mine, the taste of coffee still lingering there, and I suck it straight into my mouth, earning another glorious moan from her throat. I release her mouth, pulling her hair away from the side of her neck. She opens up for me like the good girl she is, and I growl deep against her throat, slamming my hand onto the emergency stop button just to get more time with her.
“Your lips are like fucking heroin to me, Princess,” I breathe between kisses. “I can never get enough.”
I bite at her bottom lip, and she hisses slightly at the sting. I release it with a pop, kissing her deeply and tightening my hold on her ass while she rakes her hands through my hair.
“Everything alright in there? What’s going on?” The man on the intercom asks and I growl at his interruption.
Fucking cock block.
Maddie’s face turns bright red as she coughs, clearing her throat. “Oh my god, we’re so sorry. We must have bumped the button by accident. Everything is fine!”
I let Maddie back down and she immediately covers her face, hiding behind them like she can erase what just happened. She’s so fucking cute when she’s flustered. The elevator starts moving again, and I let out a quiet chuckle under my breath, shaking my head as I watch her.
I’m not going to tell her there’s a camera in this elevator. She’s embarrassed enough as it is, and honestly, I’m already not thrilled about some guy getting a front row seat to her like that.
When the doors finally open, I take her hand again before she can spiral further into her own head and guide her out into the hallway.
Her confusion is immediate as she looks down the clean, empty corridor. I can already see the question forming on her lips before she even says it.
“All the apartments in this building are studios,” I explain as we walk. “Each floor is basically one unit. One door.”
She nods slowly, taking it in, but doesn’t say anything else.
She’s pulling back again, still stuck in what happened in the elevator, and I hate that I can feel it happening, but can’t quite stop it. So I don’t push. At least, not yet.
I unlock my door and step aside to let Maddie walk in first. She hesitates for half a second, then steps inside, pausing just past the threshold to take everything in.
My place is very simple—not much furniture other than the essentials and hardly any decor pieces, but I prefer not to have a cluttered space. My mother was a minimalist; I guess I take after her in that sense.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, moving toward the kitchen and dropping my keys onto the counter. “I could make us some dinner? Or we could order in?”
She’s smiling at me now, which confuses the hell out of me.
“What?” I ask.
“You cook?” she repeats, covering her mouth as she tries to hold back a little laugh.
Normally, that kind of teasing would irritate me. It's like she’s questioning whether I could do something so simple, but damn, she looks so cute when she does it, it’s hard to stay mad.
“Yes,” I say, shutting the fridge a little harder than necessary. “I cook. Don’t look so surprised.”
Her smile falters just slightly when I add, quieter, “You learn a lot when you’re all alone as a kid.”
The look she gives me once I let that bomb drop is a look I never want to see on her face again. I walk over to where she’s standing, and she shakes her head.
“I—Miles, I’m so sorry,” she says quickly. “I didn’t mean to overstep, and I shouldn’t have laughed, I?—”
“Hey.” I cross the space between us before she can keep going, gently cupping her face in my hands.
Her words are cut off immediately as I tilt her chin up just slightly.
“You’re not overstepping,” I say steadily. “If I didn’t want you to know me, I wouldn’t have said anything. I want you to feel comfortable with me, okay? You don’t need to apologize.”
Her eyes shine at the edges now as her lashes fill with tears. And that…that does something worse than embarrassment ever could. Because I can handle her flustered, but I don’t like seeing her look like she’s about to cry.
