Page 46 of Close Your Eyes
“I can open my own car door,” she says, as she gets out.
“I know you can, but I want to keep you safe.”
She doesn’t drop my hand. “I appreciate it.”
I keep a hold of her hand all the way to the elevator. Once we step inside the lift, I drop her hand. I miss the feel of her tiny hand in mine. The warmth of it. Once we exit the elevator, I open the door to my place.
“Home sweet home,” I say.
Posey steps in and her eyes roam the space, taking in my artwork lining the walls. “Wow, are all of these yours?”
I remove my suit jacket, lying it neatly across the kitchen island. I nod, moving behind her, my hands in my pockets. “Yeah, they are.” I don’t bring many people here. Honestly I haven’t had anyone in my condo that isn’t related to me in ages.
“I love this one,” she says, stepping up to the drawing I just hung last week. “Is this a posey?” she asks, her eyes fixed on the art.
I step up behind her. “Yeah. I’ve kind of had them on my mind lately.”
She spins around, her baby-blues connecting with mine. “It’s beautiful.”
My heart thrums in my chest, my body growing warm with how close she is to me. I inch closer, and she takes two steps back until she’s leaning against the wall. I place my hands along the wall, on either side of her head.
“I know you’re engaged. I know you’re marrying Bane, and I respect that. I respect you, you know that, right?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Good, because for the next few minutes it’s not going to look like I respect you at all.” I don’t even give her a chance to respond before I crash my lips to hers.
It’s needy. Urgent, and I press my tongue against the corners of her mouth, begging her to open for me. She does and my tongue traces along hers. It’s tantalizing.
I keep kissing her, deepening the kiss as my hands press into the wall. I grow hard with every little moan she makes.
When I break the kiss, both of our breathing is labored. She blinks at me, and I want to press my body into her.
“Close your eyes,” I breathe out. “I want you to picture me touching you.” I rest my forehead against hers, our mouths inches apart. “Picture my hand trailing down your body.”
“Ledger, please…” she breathes out, unable to finish her sentence.
The air’s thick around us, and I swear our breaths are uneven and fast. My heart’s nearly beating out of my chest, and I’m guessing hers is too. I want to touch her, but I can’t. She’s engaged, but it nearly kills me that I can’t do what I want to do with her.
I’m crossing a line with her that I shouldn’t be crossing. Fuck, I shouldn’t be anywhere near this damn line, but I can’t help it.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “I know we shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t resist you any longer. I want you, Posey.” I choke up as I keep our foreheads pressed together.
We breathe in each other’s air, our lips coming dangerously close to touching.
“Touch me now, Ledger. No one will ever know. Just please, touch me,” she begs, and the sound of her voice goes straight to my heart. Straight to my hardening dick.
Fuck, I’m so hard.
“We’ll know. We can’t do this, Posey. Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She does as I request.
“I need you to know I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, but we can’t do this.”
She blows out a breath. “I know.”
I push off the wall, and pace my apartment. What am I doing? I should just touch her. Like the angel and devil sitting on my shoulder, I think about what I want to do.