Together, we stumble toward the elevator.
Rich breaks away for a second to hit the button. The light doesn’t come on.
“Damn,” he growls, “it’s busted again.”
I’m one step ahead of him. I’d spotted the
stairs when we entered. I grab his hand and pull him after me with no
hesitation. I start up the cement stairwell, determined to get to his room as
fast as possible.
“Penny, wait.”
I look back, confused. “What?”
A devilish smile plays on his lips. “Only
this.” Without warning his hands wrap around my waist, and I’m being lifted up as easily as if I were a
doll. He turns to the side and presses my body against the wall, suspending me
between him and the concrete.
His mouth crashes down on mine again. I
curl my legs around his torso, locking my ankles together, and kiss him back
with the passion reserved for a lover after ten long years apart. I didn’t
think it was possible, but I’m getting even more turned on. Rich’s hands move
down to grasp the outside of my thighs, and I moan into his kiss as the muscles
of my core clench in sinful fashion. I want him so
badly. If we don’t get somewhere private
soon, I won’t be wholly opposed to jumping him in public.
I gasp as he steps away, freeing me from
the wall. I start to fall, but one of his hands darts down to catch me just
beneath the knees. The other one cradles
my shoulders. Before I know it, I’m slung across his arms like a bride on her wedding night.
“I’ve always wanted to carry a girl up
these stairs,” Rich admits.
I laugh, and wrap my arm around his neck.
“Oh, you are just the best type of romantic.”
Four flights of stairs later, Rich pushes
open the fire door to a dimly-lit hallway. He carries me down the hall and
stops in front of an entrance on the right. He sets me down, then fishes around
in his jeans for the key. When the door creaks open, he sweeps a hand out in
front of him. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
I walk in, curious about his apartment. I
tend to side with the camp of people who believe that a person’s living
arrangements can reveal a lot about his personality. But, I don’t find much to
work with here.
The apartment is sparse and dark. Pale
moonlight filters in through the balcony window, shining down on the only piece
of furniture present: a queen size mattress lying on the floor of the living
room. The red brick walls are totally empty—no girly posters or other things I
might expect in a bachelor’s apartment. There are no lamps, no chairs, no
couches.
After a moment, I notice a second piece of
furniture: a small, old-school CRT TV camped in one corner of the studio
apartment.
Rich switches on the light. “So?” he asks,
“what do you think?”
I walk past the entrance. There’s one hall
leading away from the room. It is filled with brown cardboard boxes. Lots and
lots of boxes. “Did you just move in or something?”
Rich laughs behind me. “Yeah, something
like that. You want a drink?”
“A drink?” I say. “No, I—”
The words catch in my throat as he grabs my
hips and spins me around. I had no idea he’d come so close. He’d moved from the
door to me without making a sound. His fingers lock together against my lower
back, and he tugs me into him, pressing my belly to his waist. I feel his
growing erection right away, and a diabolical excitement builds inside me.
Nothing happens.
For a long moment, Richard just holds me
like that, staring into my eyes as I’m left dangling off his arms. His irises
are the color of sea mist. I’m hypnotized by the deep intensity I see brewing
just beneath the surface. I have no doubt that that type of intensity is mirrored
in my eyes.
Then, moving slowly, as if restraining
himself, Richard lowers his mouth to cover mine. This time, his kiss is sweet
and gentle. Subtle and caring. He explores my upper lip first, then traces the
line going to the corner of my mouth. His lips form a perfect mold over mine.
I was wrong before. This is the kiss reserved for a lover you haven’t seen in ten
years.
