Black and Blue by Paige Notaro Read Free Book Online

of me that usually cared about the future of things had gone quiet.
    I started to nod, then realized and said, “Yes.”
    He chuckled and the music came back on. “Well, alright then. You stay right where you are.”
    I paced the glass front of the restaurant after he hung up, trying to convince myself to just leave. I could, rationally speaking, but deep down, I’d never been so sure of needing something in my life. Already I felt a space in my body for him.
    It hadn’t been ten minutes before one of the sets of headlights whipping by on the street ahead, slowed instead and pulled into our roundabout and next to me. I couldn’t see through the tinted windows, but the passenger door nudged open.
    I climbed in. Sean sat reclined in his seat, hand on the wheel like the car was driving itself and he was just directing it. His tan skin glistened in the blur of street lights, and his grin dazzled in them.
    He swooped an arm around me and tugged me in for a kiss.
    Neither of us had said a word before he pulled back onto the road. My mind returned to me.
    “Where are we headed?” I asked.
    “To my place.”
    “Oh.” Down the long boulevard, I could see down the banks at the lower class suburbs mangy with light. They weren’t unsafe for me or anything, but I didn’t feel comfortable making my way back alone if I had to either.
    Right as I was about to voice my thoughts, he pulled off into Lafayette Park, then turned into the lot of a fenced off complex. I gaze up at the lofts - not towering, but tall for Detroit.
    “You live here?”
    “Surprised?” His voice was littered with a smile.
    “Nope.” I wasn’t going to admit that, but it did make me revise my opinion. How good a fighter was this guy?
    He parked the car and escorted me by the elbow in to the elevator. The silence persisted as we stood waiting, and his muscles tensed tighter around me. I could feel the strength of him barely concealed by the sleeves of my uniform top. It coiled tighter around me, passing his fire to me.
    Finally, the doors dinged open. Sean hit the fourth button then turned on me, pressing me into a corner. His mouth crushed down on mine and trapped my head between his strength and the unyielding wall. It probed me tenderly, then insistently and then his hand cupped my chin and his tongue mingled with mine.
    The elevator rose slowly. I felt I was floating up into the clouds, lifted by this madman at my lips. His other hand started working at my chest. I moaned into his mouth at the swell of sensation tearing down from his touch and it echoed in the confines of the room. By the time the doors dinged open, my clothes were already unbuttoned and his hands were inching down my bra.
    He half-led/half-dragged me back to his place. In the moonlight, I got glimpses of cream walls, minimalist but elegant furniture and modern art pieces perched atop them. Then Sean shut the apartment door and unleashed on me.
    His hands yanked down my pants and scattered my bra to the hardwood floor. I started getting his shirt off and he finished, mouth on me in between pulling the cloth over his head.
    His muscles rippled in the pale night light as he staggered me back towards his room. When we finally arrived, we were both bare and I fell backwards onto his sheets. I had finally descended onto his cloud. He landed over me, a giant white beast, his grin spreading like a wolf.
    “You look so fucking good,” he growled.
    “You look fierce,” I murmured.
    “Glad you see what you’re about to get.”
    His mouth sank down over a breast. I cried out at the ceiling as he slathered it with attention. I could feel his hunger pulling me open, just like he had the night past. Now I could spread my legs as wide as the longing for him I felt between them.
    He probed me there and came back up with glistening fingers.
    “You’ve been aching for this,” he said.
    “Ever since I woke up the next morning,” I sighed. “Take me. Take me how you want.”
    The shimmer of