Ok it might seem rushed. Or might not. But just sayin'.
Ang
4.
It was a bottom floor apartment, only having three floors in total and two seemingly missing occupants.
"Kalina is in New Zealand for two months and the top one has been empty since I moved here…" She ran commentary as she showed him around the beautiful space and he toured with his hands in his pockets.
"Make your self at home on the couch…" She invited, heading for the kitchen with frazzled nerves.
Once out of his sight and away from the bustle of the club, she sighed and leaned on the counter, truly frightened by Denzel's tracking of her.
Troy was right, though. She couldn't use him as a body guard, she would have to leave Lautner & George, right away and report him to the authorities.
Goodbye dream job.
Troy leaned in the kitchen doorway and studied her pose, head in hand, small body curled inward and her sigh loud and stressed.
"He won't get to you while I'm here, I promise." He offered in a low husk, bringing her gaze up.
She smiled a teeny smile from one corner of her mouth as something like gratitude flitted across her face.
"I appreciate your help." She approved.
He folded his arms, then unfolded them and started toward her, pausing in front of her.
"What does he tape to your door?" He wondered.
"Notes." She shrugged awkwardly.
"Saying?" He pushed.
"How he wants to…" Her face twisted, kicking a feeling deep in his tummy that he didn't like.
"Has he ever touched you?" He asked then, starkly, concerned for her.
"No…" She admitted, relief flooding her. "But those words…"
"Hey…" He lifted up his hands and cupped her cheeks though he barely felt he had the right to do so. "It's just words, okay?"
She wanted to nod as his gaze captured hers, but she was afraid to break the contact. He had such large, comforting hands, she didn't want him to let go just yet.
She studied his face, his cute nose, his big brows, his strong jaw and those amazing eyelashes that guarded his sky-eyes.
"You have nice lips." She stated randomly, frowning at her outburst, blushing as he lifted his brows and smiled at her.
He dropped one hand to brush knuckles down her cheek. "You have nice everything."
Was it the stress? The emotions she had been riding the last few days?
Maybe it was the danger. The lure of doing something absolutely wrong?
Whatever it was, she was kissing him and cupping his face with her own hands as they greedily came together, their lips not gaining enough of each other as they fought for intimacy.
He moaned as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and brought her tight against him, his tongue delving into her ready mouth as they both dropped caution to the wind and embraced in her kitchen.
"Oh…" She whimpered as she broke their kiss upon his hands reaching her backside and pulling her roughly into his arousal.
"No romance here, princess…" He warned with a rough husk into her ear, suckling her neck in contrast to his words.
"Take it off…" She decided of his jacket, stripping that and his t-shirt equally quickly, stunned by the sight of his muscled torso. He was everything she was not- hard, angled, defined…strong.
She didn't let reason reign as her hands ran up the naked expanse of his upper body, accepting his mouth back to hers, backing up to the counter and gently crying out as she met the surface, pressed into his heat once more.
She wanted him, she couldn't deny it, she felt it deep inside as he trapped her against the work top and she gladly parted her knees to allow his thigh between hers, rubbing her intimacy pleasurably as she groped to hold on.
His shoulders were big where his hips were slim, but the difference between them was stark. She licked her lips as she met his gaze, lifting her arms for him to remove her vest top, her waistcoat strewn to the floor.
"You sure about this?" He asked, even as his fingers rolled up the material, baring her bra'd torso to him, causing him to smile in appreciation at her curves. "Oh god, you're beautiful…"
His words brought a flash of dark desire between her thighs and she sank her fingers into his short hair in some kind of comfort as he kissed down her throat toward her chest.
Sure enough he sucked through the material of her constraining bra and nipped at her peaks.
"Troy…" She begged, arching into him, desperate for the whole of his mouth on her flesh- anywhere, just desperate to extend the zinging pleasure she felt now.
"My pleasure…" He ground out, pressing her into the counter with firm pressure as he let up his hands from her back, to unclasp her bra and replace his mouth where the material once lay.
"I can't…" She gasped out, shocked at their sudden passion but so needful for his body, she didn't know how much longer she could hold out for him.
"Easy, tigress…" He smirked as her hands pulled at his jeans, tackling the belt and smoothly running them down his legs so that he could step back between her thighs, almost naked now.
"Oh god…" She panted, his hands at her waist, his mouth at her neck, her own small palms stroking up and down his arms, cupping his backside to bring him closer as he ground against her clothed lower body, reminding her what she needed the most.
She ran her hands down to unbutton her jeans but he paused her with a smile.
"Ah-ah…" He admonished, placing her hands around his neck as he slowly unbuttoned her fly and rasped the zip down, bending to kiss her belly, running his hands over her backside as he scooped the material away from her flesh, revealing the most amazing curves he had ever seen.
Her skin was naturally tanned, her legs small but shapely and god, those thighs…he smiled as he imagined them wrapped around him, hopefully before long.
"Your boxers…" She whispered, her lips brushing his ear, then his neck as she placed her own kisses, her gaze eating him up as he slipped out of his underwear and flung it behind him while she reached for her hand bag for protection.
"My, my…" She curved her own feline smile at the sight of his arousal, bare and throbbing for her and she felt that tickle inside again along with a tug of wanting.
She made a little noise of impatience as she wished he were inside of her already, filling her with that heat and she quickly wrapped the sheath on, meeting his gaze once more, only now biting her lower lip.
"I'm ready if you are…" She offered, running her hands from her grasp on his hot length, up his belly.
"God, you're hot…" He grinned tightly, leaning her back a little and spreading her thighs with his.
"Lift me…" She suggested, motioning to the counter and he gave her a lift up, wrapping his hand around her thigh to bring it over his hip.
He entered her, the tight, hot welcome sending a quick buzz across his skin and a tightness into his belly as he groaned out loud and sunk deeper into her waiting depths.
She panted her own sounds of pleasure, bolstering him as he forgot about reality and began to buck his hips, his body taking over any sensible thoughts he may have had previously.
"Oh Troy…" She husked into his ear as her hands grasped his hair, her thighs now wrapped around his waist as he thrust forward, pushing her against the kitchen counter in his search for a deeper place.
Her words were encouragement, her hands even more and when she cried out, he felt his control slip dangerously close to the edge.
He suckled her nipple, gently grazed her neck and kissed her mouth with hot, deep longing as his hips crashed against hers and created friction they both cried out from.
He could feel it rising, the tide that would wash him out and as he picked up pace, he hoped to god she was with him when it crashed, because he couldn't stop it…for the first time ever…he couldn't control his body.
She could feel the aftermath in her gently contracting muscles, deep inside as they slowly came back to earth, still joined.
She felt guilty in thinking she could do that all over again, right now, even though it had been rough and hard and unplanned.
Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and he was holding her equally tightly as they gently came apart, reality setting in and causing some embarrassment.
"Oh my god…" She said gently, looking at him fearfully.
"I'm so sorry…" He offered quickly, afraid.
"No…" She denied. "Don't be, that was…" She searched for words.
"Fantastic?" He offered hopefully.
"More than…" She returned confusedly. How could she have the best sex ever with a guy she barely knew?
"If I hurt you…" He hedged, wincing at the memory of his harsh thrusts.
"No…" She assured as they gently parted, Troy lifting her down from the counter and she retrieved her clothes while he binned his condom.
"Where's my boxers?" He wondered and she covered her mouth with her hand, dressed back into her vest and knickers, giggling as she pointed toward her kitchen table.
His underwear was proudly strewn across her fruit bowl.
"Oh…" He grinned, moving to retrieve them and slip them back on, heading back toward her, touching her face.
"It's okay." She said before he could speak. "It's just sex, right?"
He arched his brow and frowned, not sure he agreed with that notion.
"Sure…" He tested, smiling as she reached her arms up to hug around his neck and he bent to encompass her back.
"Good. Then let's go to bed before we realise this is completely and utterly insane…" She mused, taking his hand and leading him to her room.