He licked her finger one last time then drew back. “Yes?”
She didn’t know what to say apart from, “Thank you.”
He nodded and turned away, grabbing his coffee cup from the nearby counter. “I’m meeting the guys at the studio this morning. I’ll probably be away all day.”
“Okay. Do you need me to do anything specific?”
He was going to say something but seemed to think better of it. “Just the usual. If you could walk the dogs on the beach this morning, I’ll do it tonight whenever I get back.”
“Sure.” She paused then, “Should I wait for you?”
It took him a while to answer, “I don’t know.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, let me know.” She spied her abandoned coffee and grabbed it only to drain it in the sink. She wasn’t thirsty anymore.
She heard him leave the room then the front door banged close. Shit.
* * * *
She’d scared him away. She was sure of it.
Hell, she was so stupid. No wonder she hadn’t managed to hold on to her fiancé. Stupid, stupid Chloe.
The words kept whirling in her head, darkening her day until she could barely face staying in his house. She didn’t want to see him come back with another woman. Someone who’d be able to pleasure him, someone who’d even be willing to get naked and have sex because she wanted to. Not someone who’d cry because she didn’t want him to think she wasn’t up to par.
The phone rang and she sighed, already expecting his voice telling her he wasn’t coming home until late. “C?”
“Yeah.” Her sad voice drifted across the line.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure. What’s up?” She tried to perk up a little.
“Can you come here?”
“The studio on Wiltshire.”
“Oh. Sure. What do you need?”
She nearly dropped the phone in surprise. “Me?”
“Yeah. I used to take breaks every once in a while to light myself one but I can’t do that anymore and it’s killing me. I need you, C.”
“I’ll be right there!” She hung up on him and then, she ran. To the car. To James. To her future.
Chapter Six: Let’s Try This Again
He was waiting for her as she got off the elevator. He didn’t even bother saying hello. He simply grabbed her hand and tugged her further down the corridor. She could see the studio’s door in the distance but they stopped before that. And it was even worse than what she’d imagined.
“James! This is the men’s bathroom!” Chloe hissed as he let her go to close the door behind them.
“I know but this is about the only private place I could find.” His hands cupped her face. “I need you.” His mouth claimed hers, the kiss grabbing all her attention.
So much she didn’t notice him unbuttoning her shirt. It was only when his lips left hers to kiss a way down her neck and then her chest that she realized he’d pushed her against the wall.
Then her top was off and his fingers were sliding under her bra. “J?”
“What?” he muttered, clearly too focused on his enjoyment to care much about her recriminations.
“Remember what I said yesterday about leaving the lights off?” she babbled as she grabbed his hands and forced them to stop tugging her bra down.