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little longer, firebird.” She strained at his hand, bucked against his body, maintained her grip on sanity through sheer force of will.
“Come with me, come for me, baby.”
She exploded.
Shockwaves of release shook her body, wiped clear all rational thought. Desperate cries worked from her throat and when she felt him swell and thrust deep inside her once more, all her walls collapsed. “I love you.”
***
The uncensored words rang through the club and Keilor froze above her, his features carefully blank.
She silently cursed a blue streak and braced for his reaction. Could she be more of a cliché? Intent on taking them back, she inhaled. “I didn’t—”
Keilor kissed her. “Shh. Wait here and I’ll be right back.” He rose, snagged his clothes, and headed for the stairs up to his private suite.
Not the reaction she’d expected. She waited for the other shoe to drop or for him to absolve her. She didn’t dare hope to hear him return the sentiment.
Silence screamed in the large, open room and Tovia curled in on herself, only moving when Keilor, fully clothed, returned with a robe for her to wear out. He tucked her under his arm as they walked across the parking lot, which only made the situation worse, like he was placating her. The night spread out in sharp focus. Every evening desert sound echoed through her ears. She was hyper-aware of the man next to her, silent and brooding.
Until they got in the car and started driving, Tovia had almost expected him to call her a cab. But that would have been against every gentlemanly bone in his body, and over the past two weeks he’d shown her just how gallant he could be. So when he drove back to his place, she didn’t quite let down her guard.
As they pulled into the apartment parking lot, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and immediately silenced the call. She did not want to talk to her mother, not now. Keilor looked at her from across the stick shift, but said nothing.
Once he parked in his spot, Keilor gave her a perfunctory kiss on the forehead and got out. She didn’t wait for him to come around and open her door, instead hopping out to meet him at the rear bumper. He shot her a funny look, then shrugged, the dim parking structure lights bringing out the scattered blonde hairs twinkling from his buzzed brown hair. She wanted to run her fingers through the stubble, loving the way it abraded her skin, but he didn’t look very welcoming at the moment. Not unwelcoming, really, but too pensive to be reassuring.
Whatever. If he wanted to hash things out in private, or write her statement off to post-orgasmic brainmelt, she was fine with that. She’d meant the words, but boy was her timing shit.
Like they’d done this a million times instead of a mere handful, they cut a diagonal across the second floor of the structure and entered the hallway connecting to his apartment floor. She got to the door first and punched in the code he’d given her the night of their first “real” date, when she’d refused to let him pick her up, instead insisting she drive. He’d humored her then, as she suspected he was doing now.
He followed her down the hall, looming over her shoulder and getting her hackles up. Why wouldn’t he just say something? For that matter, why didn’t she just leave and go home?
The thought deflated her. She probably wasn’t very welcome at home now. Maybe she’d grab a cab, snag a room at the Hellena for a night or two while she figured things out. Take advantage of her employee discount for once.
Her phone rang again, the happy jingle grating on her nerves. Though tempted to chuck it down the lushly carpeted hallway, she once again sent the call to voicemail while Keilor unlocked his front door.
She wondered how much more awkward it would make things if she asked to sleep on the couch.
He set his keys down on the glass entryway table and turned to her. “Tovia…”
One hand up, she silenced him. “Please, Keilor, not
“Come with me, come for me, baby.”
She exploded.
Shockwaves of release shook her body, wiped clear all rational thought. Desperate cries worked from her throat and when she felt him swell and thrust deep inside her once more, all her walls collapsed. “I love you.”
***
The uncensored words rang through the club and Keilor froze above her, his features carefully blank.
She silently cursed a blue streak and braced for his reaction. Could she be more of a cliché? Intent on taking them back, she inhaled. “I didn’t—”
Keilor kissed her. “Shh. Wait here and I’ll be right back.” He rose, snagged his clothes, and headed for the stairs up to his private suite.
Not the reaction she’d expected. She waited for the other shoe to drop or for him to absolve her. She didn’t dare hope to hear him return the sentiment.
Silence screamed in the large, open room and Tovia curled in on herself, only moving when Keilor, fully clothed, returned with a robe for her to wear out. He tucked her under his arm as they walked across the parking lot, which only made the situation worse, like he was placating her. The night spread out in sharp focus. Every evening desert sound echoed through her ears. She was hyper-aware of the man next to her, silent and brooding.
Until they got in the car and started driving, Tovia had almost expected him to call her a cab. But that would have been against every gentlemanly bone in his body, and over the past two weeks he’d shown her just how gallant he could be. So when he drove back to his place, she didn’t quite let down her guard.
As they pulled into the apartment parking lot, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and immediately silenced the call. She did not want to talk to her mother, not now. Keilor looked at her from across the stick shift, but said nothing.
Once he parked in his spot, Keilor gave her a perfunctory kiss on the forehead and got out. She didn’t wait for him to come around and open her door, instead hopping out to meet him at the rear bumper. He shot her a funny look, then shrugged, the dim parking structure lights bringing out the scattered blonde hairs twinkling from his buzzed brown hair. She wanted to run her fingers through the stubble, loving the way it abraded her skin, but he didn’t look very welcoming at the moment. Not unwelcoming, really, but too pensive to be reassuring.
Whatever. If he wanted to hash things out in private, or write her statement off to post-orgasmic brainmelt, she was fine with that. She’d meant the words, but boy was her timing shit.
Like they’d done this a million times instead of a mere handful, they cut a diagonal across the second floor of the structure and entered the hallway connecting to his apartment floor. She got to the door first and punched in the code he’d given her the night of their first “real” date, when she’d refused to let him pick her up, instead insisting she drive. He’d humored her then, as she suspected he was doing now.
He followed her down the hall, looming over her shoulder and getting her hackles up. Why wouldn’t he just say something? For that matter, why didn’t she just leave and go home?
The thought deflated her. She probably wasn’t very welcome at home now. Maybe she’d grab a cab, snag a room at the Hellena for a night or two while she figured things out. Take advantage of her employee discount for once.
Her phone rang again, the happy jingle grating on her nerves. Though tempted to chuck it down the lushly carpeted hallway, she once again sent the call to voicemail while Keilor unlocked his front door.
She wondered how much more awkward it would make things if she asked to sleep on the couch.
He set his keys down on the glass entryway table and turned to her. “Tovia…”
One hand up, she silenced him. “Please, Keilor, not
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