7
Abby
The following evening, I tug at the short, frayed jean skirt before smoothing the tight, white V-neck, sleeveless top I’d talked myself into purchasing earlier today.
I examine my reflection in the mirror, twisting and turning, attempting to gage how I feel about my outfit choice. I’m showing plenty of cleavage and thigh.
I’m not used to it, but I think I like it.
True to my vow last night in the restaurant bathroom, I’d gone shopping and picked clothes I fell in love with. Clothes I’d never have dared even look at before my revelation. I hadn’t thought I’d test this new promise of mine so soon, but Lukas had talked me into going with him to a casual birthday party for one of his friends.
I tilt my head, studying myself critically. I think I might look kind of good, maybe even kind of cute.
The dress from last night hadn’t been my choice, but this was, even though I fought the urge to put on something more conservative. My outfit makes me feel exposed, like I’m revealing some sort of secret I’ve kept hidden. Like my choice says something about me I’m not sure I’m ready to face.
I blow out a hard breath.Get a grip; it’s just an outfit for a party, not the key to your psyche.
I’m wearing it. End of story. I turn to the bed and start unboxing the ankle boots I’d bought to go with it, and ponder how I got myself into this mess to begin with.
I don’t understand why Lukas asked me to go. I mean, sure, we’d had sex, but it’s not like I expect anything else. Of course, I’d refused the invitation, assuming he’d offered to be nice. But no matter how many times I tried to drop the subject, he kept on insisting. He’d pressed and refuted every one of my many excuses until he cajoled me into agreeing, and that had been the end of the discussion.
I don’t know exactly what to make of it. I keep trying my best to make it easy for him to escape me, but he’s got some sort of politeness streak.
It had been the same last night when I tried to leave his bed.
I’ve always heard men couldn’t wait for a woman to leave after casual sex. So after every bout, I’d gotten up to go home. He kept tugging me back though, almost like he hadn’t wanted me to leave.
I figure it’s because we’re neighbors and he wants to make sure things stay friendly between us after everything’s checked off my list.
As I remember all the dirty things he’d said to me, my stomach jumps. My cheeks grow hot as all the wild, kinky things we’d done rolls through my memory. God, I’d really gone all in, hadn’t I?
I’d been insatiable.
I’ve always thought I might be a hidden slut, and one night with a man who knows what he’s doing in bed, proves me right. I’ve always gone out with shy, timid men who’d never think to spank me and say filthy things to me. Apparently, it drove me a little crazy and made me lose my head.
I’d pretty much done anything Lukas wanted, and loved every minute of it, even though it was slightly embarrassing upon recollection.
I press my cold fingers to my heated skin.Just don’t lose your heart to him. Give him everything but your heart.
I zip up my new booties with a quick flick of my fingers. I can do this. I’m learning lessons and living life here. I’m doing exactly what I set out to do.
The doorbell rings, startling me from my thoughts. I give myself another cursory once-over.
These clothes are for me, and me alone.
With that little affirmation, I fly down the stairs and swing open the door.
Propped against the doorframe, hands shoved into his jeans, Lukas stands, wearing his most wicked smile, lone dimple on full display. In a black knit shirt that highlights his lean muscles, he looks gorgeous and dangerous. Lascivious intent gleams in his brown eyes, and my mouth goes dry as my mind empties.
I have no idea what to say.
Apparently, neither does he because we stare at each other for a full thirty seconds.
I suck in a breath and that seems to break the silence because the next thing I know, he’s swooping in, kissing me. Lips slant over mine, all hot and claiming, while his big hands roam over my body. On a low growl, he walks me back, kicking the door closed behind him. The blood rushes hot and fast in my veins and I plaster my body against him, rubbing shamelessly along his erection.
I did this to him. Made him hard. Me.
He breaks the kiss, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “I’ve been dreaming about this eager little mouth wrapped around my cock all day.”