Page 37 of Resisting Mr Black
He brings a wet thumb up to my mouth, smearing it across my bottom lip, then licks it. I taste myself, the muskiness coating our lips and dancing on our tongues as he kisses me. He’s filthy and I love it.
“You taste like honey,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I’m going to taste every part of you. I’m going to touch every part of you. I’m going to worship every part of you.”
And I’ll let him. Right now, there’s nothing that I want more than to give myself to him. His lips crash against mine as he kisses me hard for an age before pulling his mouth from mine.
“I need to fuck you.”
God yes!
He shifts his weight over me and places a hand either side of my head, pressing his lips against the base of my throat. I close my eyes and succumb to the delicious feeling of his mouth on my body. “I could get lost in you.”
What does that mean?
I don’t get to ask as a buzzing noise sounds from the hall and I jump with a start.
He nuzzles his face against my neck. “Ignore it.”
I’m definitely not feeling as relaxed as I was a minute ago. “What’s that noise?”
“The doorbell.”
I’m no longer relaxed at all. “There’s somebody at the door!” I cry, propping myself up on my elbows. The doorbell buzzes a second time confirming my fears. “You need to go and see who it is.”
He looks up at me from beneath hooded eyes. “They’ll go away if we ignore it.”
The doorbell buzzes a third time.
“It doesn’t sound as if they’re going anywhere.”
He glares in the direction of the hall, recognising defeat. “Fuck!”
He leaps off the bed, shrugs on his top and steps into his trousers. “I’ll be back in two minutes,” he says, fastening his fly as he backs out of the room.
He closes the door behind him, and I hear the front door open. I can hear his deep voice, then a higher-pitched, female voice. My ears instantly prick up and an annoying niggly feeling taps away at my brain.Who is she? And what’s she here for?They’re both talking in low tones, so I can’t make out what’s being said, but a few moments later I hear the front door close and the click of heels against the parquet hall floor. Whoever she is, he’s not sent her away. He’s invited her in!
I scrabble off the bed and hurry over to the bedroom door, carefully opening it a fraction. I peer through the gap just in time to see him disappearing down the hall, followed by a blonde woman wearing a familiar tight blue jumper and skin-tight blue jeans.
Tara!
What the fuck is she doing here?She saw him less than a couple of hours ago.
I watch her place a hand on his upper back as she follows him down the hall and disappears out of sight. Unease and anger entwine themselves in my gut as I process what the hell’s happening. He’s left me stark naked in his bed whilst he entertains another woman who clearly has the hots for him. And he knows I don’t like her. He’s making a fool out of me. Well, I’m not hanging round waiting for him. He’s not going to get what he wants from me.
Bastard!
I angrily get dressed and quietly tiptoe out of the bedroom, retrieving my handbag from the floor. The mumble of low voices filters down the hallway and as far as I can tell they’re down the other end of the apartment. I’m not waiting around to find out. I stealthily slip out onto the landing and close the door behind me as quietly as I can. I don’t waste any time, dashing across the landing and down the three flights of stairs. I hurry past the concierge, giving him a sheepish smile and hope he doesn’t recognise me standing the right way up. I exhale deeply as I step out into the glorious late afternoon sunshine and retrieve my phone from my bag. Better call an Uber.
I was just another notch in his bedpost after all,I think bitterly.
I tell myself I’ve had a close shave and keep on walking.
Ten
An hour later, I’m freshly showered and sitting cross-legged on the bed in Lucy’s guest bedroom, wearing a pair of her old faded blue denim cut-offs and a white t-shirt.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to stay here tonight?” I ask. I can’t help but feel a bit awkward dropping in on her and Mark like this, especially with the wedding coming up, but I’ve nowhere else to go. Other than back to mine or Mum’s and both of those are out of the question.
“Of course.” She flashes me a reassuring smile, hands me a glass of rosé, and settles down on the edge of the bed.