Crush (A Night Fire Novel Book 1) by TM Watkins Read Free Book Online

had a few drinks it was lucky I wasn't vomiting because of it. The room was dark, lit up from the glowing city lights. I walked to the stunning view, the windows spanned the entire wall.
    “Lights on or off?” He asked as the door clicked shut.
    I turned to look at him, the shadows gave him a dark edge as he leaned on the door. He played the calm and casual man, the minimal light showed off a seemingly disinterested face but I knew it was far from it. I could see the storm in his pants. My heart hammered and it felt like all of the air was sucked out of my lungs. God damn, the view was intense.
    “Off.” I whispered.
    A ghost of a smile played across his lips as he lifted off the door. Crossing the room he pulled the shirt from his body, dragging it over his head in a way that it made every single muscle move. He stopped by a shelving unit, turning on music. I would have thought that with the thumping beat from downstairs it would be pointless but it wasn't. There were speakers somewhere in the poorly lit room, flooding around us with the soft croon of Frank Sinatra.
    I couldn't help but grin, I would never have thought he would be a Sinatra fan. He didn't seem the type. He looked at me with a grin and a one sided shrug.
    “Can't get past the good ol' days. My mother loves him. Sometimes I think that he's the reason we live here.”
    His fingers casually ran over the back of the lounge as he walked a slow, so painfully slow as he walked to me. The room wasn't as big as the lounge room downstairs. No, only two of my apartments could fit into this room. Between him and the lounge was a half wall, on the other side was an enormous bed that faced out to another wall of glass. Behind him was just one archway, the rest was a plain wall. No pictures, no paintings or gold records. I could see soft light coming through the archway, I guess it might be the bathroom.
    Curtis flicked his shoes away to bare feet, padding across the wood floor. His eyes were bright with anticipation as he ventured past the lounge and crossed the vast gap between it and me.
    “How come you're here?”
    “Bright lights.” I whispered, turning side on to the view. “Bright dreams. Reality sucks.”
    His hand slipped across the denim on my hip as his lips pressed to the edge of my bare shoulder. Soft and perfect, one delicate kiss that pulled me out of my morose thoughts. I looked down to the party goers below.
    “How can you stand to have so many people here?”
    “Mostly I go with the flow and not let it get to me.” he took my hand and pulled me away from the window. “Enough of them, come and tell me about these bright dreams of yours.”
    “There isn't much to tell.” I said, though I really meant to say, wouldn't you rather go to the bed not the lounge?
    Sadly, he didn't misinterpret me.
    We sat on the lounge, instantly Curtis lifted my feet and pulled my shoes and socks away.
    “Dreams Frankie, what are they?”
    “Well I came here to dance.”
    A grin curled into his lips and I smacked his arm.
    “Not a pole dancer, sheesh. Maybe something like burlesque or for one of the shows.” I shrugged. “It doesn't matter anyway. There's always someone better or more prepared to uh.. you know.”
    “Get down on their knees for?”
    I nodded with a little chuckle. Once the shoes and socks were on the floor, he pulled my legs to move me closer. His hand trailed over the outside of my thigh as he leaned back onto the lounge giving me a dreamy look. Shit a frickin' brick, I think I just exploded internally. I am pretty sure that every single piece of my female anatomy has just disintegrated into a million pieces.
    “So where are you really from?”
    “Denver.”
    “But you're not going to go back, right?”
    “Nah, it never felt like home, you know?”
    Curtis nodded, his free hand now toying with the hem of my shirt. The other was around my back, the palm flat against the skin.
    “You know what I think?”
    “What?”
    He grinned cheekily