I slammed the car door behind me, the windows shuddering from the force, and the heels from my shoes echoed loudly as I made my way to the front door. It had been so long since I'd seen him, my heart had thundered in my chest and it felt like I was struggling for air. He looked as handsome as the last time I'd seen him all those months ago. His smile was still infectious, but all I could think about was that he'd left. He'd left me. He'd left me alone and shown me that he didn't want me. I rolled my eyes and tutted at myself for even allowing myself to think about him after all this time. I was just surprised to see him that was all, it had nothing to do with how hot he'd looked from across the room leaning over the pool table.
I sighed reaching for my keys in my jacket pocket and I heard the buzzing of my phone as it rang for the tenth time since I'd left the bar. Probably my friends asking where I'd got to or if I'd got home ok, I fumbled with the keys in the lock and stepped into the dark hallway. I closed my eyes for a second and kicked my shoes off across the matt. Just as I was about to move and put my bag down on the side table I heard a loud knock at the door, I jumped looking back towards the tiny light seeping in through the peep hole.
Who on earth was knocking on my door at nearly midnight? A creep of panic started to settle into my belly. Had someone watched me come in through the front door, seen that I'd come home alone? I heard the taxi pull away and the driver was nice enough even if he wasn't too chatty. Maybe I'd left something in the car. I crept to the door as light on my feet as I could manage, standing slightly on tip toes I looked out.
It was dark, and all I could really see was a vague outline of a man. Heart hammering in my chest I waited, hoping they'd give up and leave. A few seconds ticked by and I saw the man's phone light up in his hand as he pressed some buttons, and then the faint buzzing from my pocket sounded again. I reached down and pulled my phone out with a shaking hand, the screen said "Don't Answer, Call Jess instead" - it's what my friend had change his name to in my phone. His name. It was him calling me.
Anger flared through me at the sight of his ID on my phone, knowing he was stood on the other side of the door. My heart pounded in my chest, I shoved my phone back into my pocket, grabbed the handle, and yanked the door open.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here!" I shouted at him as I stood face to face with the man who had broken my heart. I breathed heavily staring at him, my chest heaving up and down, waiting for his answer.
He looked me up and down so slowly, his eyes pausing at my breasts, my hips all the way down my long legs and back up to my eyes. Then he moved, his mouth was on mine before I could say another word. His tongue moving into my mouth silently asking me to open and let him in. He stepped backwards making me walk back into the dark hall and the door slowly closed behind us. His kiss was deep, unrelenting as one hand settled on the back of my neck and the other on the small of my back. His kisses getting deeper more urgent as he pulled me closer, a slight moan released from my mouth as I felt his strong, hot body press into mine. My hands gripped at his hair, hot and heavy breathing filling the silent hall. Then my brain kicked in, and I pushed him off of me, glowering at him as I did. I stepped back from him, my lipstick smudged, holding a hand out against his chest.
"No" I whispered
"No?" he asked in return as a grin appeared at his puffy lips.
"No" I said again, trying to convince myself, as I felt his warmth leave my body, goosebumps springing up across my skin. "No... you... no" My head felt so foggy, it was the moment I'd dreamt about. He was standing inside my dark hallway, kissing me, months I'd waited for him to come back. Months of wondering where I'd gone wrong, months of my friends telling me I deserved better and that it was his loss. Yet here he was standing in front of me panting from how hard he'd kissed me.
"You don't get to look like that and expect me not to want to rip your clothes off" he baited.
I took in a quick breath, eyebrows creasing, looking him in the eyes as confusion swept through me. He wants to rip my clothes off? What kind of message is that, hey let's not talk for months but I want to rip your clothes off? No, I thought again. No, this isn't happening. He took a few steps towards me, every one I matched with a step backwards until I bumped into the wall behind me. He towered over me, and pressed his hands onto the wall on either side of my head. His smell surrounded me, my heartbeat quickening. He bent his head forwards and lightly kissed my ear, I froze.
"I'll beg" he whispered, sending chills down my spine. "I'll get on my knees in front of you and I'll beg" He kissed my ear again and started to move down my neck, opening his mouth to let his tongue flick across my skin as he breathed me in. His hand snaked around the back of my neck, gripping my hair in between his fingers and he pulled my head to one side as he began to kiss back up my neck. His teeth slightly nipped at my ear as he whispered,
"Do you know what you did to me? Seeing how perfect you looked in this dress, hearing your laugh from across the room, how hard my dick got when you looked at me" he said as he breathed heavily. "Do you understand how much I wanted, no needed, to get my hands on you?" I turned my head away from his words, from that mouth that was distracting me from my rational thoughts. He lightly bit down on my neck and I had to bite my own lip to stop myself from moaning.
