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“Moving on!” Kate says pointedly.Interesting. Just as I open my mouth to ask more, she says:
“Tell us about Dan. How many orgasms did he give you?”
Definitely deflecting.
But I can still feel the heat of him pressing into my back. “It was always so difficult! The accommodation was arranged in dorms, so we were always hurried.” Jo’s lips turn down. “He had a thing for pinning me down, though.”
Kate blinks. “Really? Did you like that?”
I grin at her interest. So unlike her. “Seriously hot being pinned by a big guy like him.” I hold my hands up. “No lie, I’m surprised how much I liked it. You know me, Ms. Independent; it’s not likely I’d be into that.”
“It’s the right guy,” Jo mumbles.
“What?”
“When you’re with the right guy, he could do anything to you, and you’d love it.” She clears her throat. “It’s being with theright guy.”
15
LISS
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
Inever imagined I’d hate a sultry June in Manhattan, but a month in and every day is like climbing a mountain. Even the few lectures I’ve got at the university are dragging. Getting on my bike, weaving through traffic. I sigh and grab my phone from the nightstand and glare at it. Nothing from Dan in the last twenty-four hours. Cool your ass, girl, he’ll be out in the bush and out of coverage. It happened all the time when I was out there.
The sound of the apartment buzzer goes, and I peer at the clock. Who’s buzzing at 7 a.m.? And, goddammit, Kate will have gone to work already. Staggering to the door, I blink blearily at the camera on the intercom.What the hell?I rub my eyes. A head of tousled blond hair fills the viewfinder.Dan?He straightens up, and I can’t hold back my gasp.
It’s him.
It’s him. It’s him.
Oh my God! I flap my hands and press my knuckles to my mouth. His head turns toward the street and then he peers back at the camera with a quirk of his eyebrow, leaning in with a hand on the wall.
“Hello?”
“Dan?” My voice is an incredulous squeak.
A heartbreaking smile breaks over his face, and oh my God.I can’t believe it. He’s here?He’s here.I bend over to ease the tightness in my chest, to pull some goddamn air into my lungs before straightening up to the intercom. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He laughs. “Had to come after my girl,” he says, and my hand flutters up to my throat.Be still my crazy beating heart. I press the buzzer and his familiar curls disappear from view as the door clicks. Shit, he doesn’t know what floor I’m on.
Wrenching the door open, I fly out of the apartment, barefoot, and I’m in the concrete stairwell in seconds. It’s only three floors down. I can catch him.
When I burst through doors into the brown wood of the lobby, he’s examining our mailboxes with a frown, and I laugh as he straightens and turns. In an instant, I am across the old tiles and flinging myself on him. He lifts me up and swings me around, hands sliding under my ass as my legs circle his waist. The smallest movement and his lips are on mine. And oh! Heat and warmth and stubble and …
He pulls back, and I bury my head in his neck.
“Damn, woman, that’s a welcome. What floor?”
“Third,” I say, tilting back to beam at him. He came to Manhattan. For me.My God, no one has done anything like this. I take his face in my hands, kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his nose.
“I can’t believe you’re here!”
He chuckles as he presses the button for the elevator and brushes his mouth over my lips, tongue reaching out to tangle gently with mine, licking along my lips. When it dings, he shuffles us inside, leaning around me to press the button behind my back as I kiss his throat, his hard length is pressing into me right where I want it. So I shift my hips against him, and a groan rumbles in his chest.
“Goddamn, woman, let me get us somewhere decent.”
But I laugh, still moving, and his grip only tightens on my butt as I nip his neck, trailing my lips up to his ear.
