"Jessica." He leans forward to grab both arms of the chair, trapping me in place.
I look down. "What?"
"I haven't washed my face since then." His breath wafts over my neck. He's so close to me now.
"Since when?" I can't look up. I won't.
His finger glides softly over my jaw as he tilts my head up until our lips almost meet. "Since you came all over my face last night. Twice."
My breath hitches. "That was real," I whisper.
"That was real." He shifts so his lips are hovering over mine. "I ate you right there in the club. You came so hard. You wanted me so badly."
"I don't…" What don't you, Jessica? You don't know? You don't remember? You don't know how to resist him? Bingo. That's it.
"Why were you there?" I look into his eyes. He was there trolling for someone and saw me. He was there looking for a woman to fuck. He was there because he'd given up on me.
His mouth twitches slightly but his gaze never leaves mine. "I followed you there."
My brow pops up. "No." I shake my head. "You were there looking for someone and saw me."
He moves closer still and I'm locked within his arms. I can only lean back into the chair. "I was coming to your apartment and saw you getting in a taxi with your friends. I followed you to that club, I watched you grinding all over other men. I saw you trying to drink away the memory of my touch and then I took you in that room to make you come because I've been aching to taste you for days."
I swallow hard. I can't rid myself of the lump at the back of my throat. "Nathan, I can't do this."
"You can't be away from me." His lips barely touch mine. "You were begging me to fuck that sweet, tight little body right there in that room. You were clawing at my pants. You couldn’t get to my dick fast enough."
I blush at the words. I can't remember. I don't know. Did I do that? "I don't remember," I confess breathlessly. I can't think, let alone breathe, when he's this close to me.
"As badly as I wanted to fuck you right there, against that wall. As much as I wanted to hear you scream my name when my cock stretched you to your limits, I couldn't do it." His tongue glides slowly over his bottom lip.
"Why?" I have to literally hold tight to the arms of the chair to restrain myself from locking my hands around his neck and kissing him.
He exhales and his sweet breath rushes across my cheek. "When I fuck you, Jessica, every time I slide my cock into you, you're going to remember it."
My sex clenches at the words. I have to close my eyes to let the feelings course through me. I swear I could come just from listening to him talk about fucking me.
"Do you want me to fuck you now?" His lips skirt softly over mine and my eyes dart open. He's so close.
Yes, yes please. "We can't," my goddamn mouth says.
"We can't?" His finger runs a path across my collarbone before dipping into my cleavage. "Be more specific. Why can't we?"
I pull my hands up to rub my face. Maybe I'm back in my bed and this is some kind of hangover, erotic dream. Although if that were the case, he'd be telling me that he wants his cock in my mouth by now.
"I would give anything to slide my cock between those perfect pink lips." Wait. What?
"Nathan." It's less of a statement than a request.
"You're scared," he whispers into my lips. "You're scared I'm going to hurt you."
I nod. I am scared of that. I'm scared I'll let him back in and he'll fuck me over and not in a good way.
"Do you remember what I said to you at the club last night?" He runs the pad of his thumb across my lips.
"About waiting forever for me?" My voice cracks. I've replayed those words in my mind since I heard them.
"They're true. I've waited forever for you."