Craving Ava

5.2 - His Until I'm Ready

Ava

I didn't want to keep my hands off of Easton.

The moment we stepped into the car, it was like he had created a barrier between us. He held my hand, but every time I tried to move it, he'd hold it in place.

It had taken everything in me to take the first step. Kissing him went against everything I ever tried to avoid, as I tended to keep the guys I liked at a very safe distance. Close enough to enjoy it, but far enough to be able to flee unscathed.

And yet, I had torn down most of my walls so I could feel his lips on mine, in a sudden act of desperation I never had caved into before. And I didn't think I'd regret it, until he chose to end it. Was I not good enough?

He rested his elbow onto the window and stared outside, rubbing his chin.

I stared at him for a while, but eventually I just gave up, chucking it to the fact that Daniel could see us through the rear view mirror.

Every fibre in my body was ignited, I was feeling so hot I was afraid I was going to combust at the slightest move of his hand onto mine.

I looked down shamelessly onto his crotch; he was definitely struggling too.

And if the volume protruding from the nearly-popping hem of his pants was any indication of was ahead of me, I couldn't wait to get to his penthouse.

I looked up to Easton, and found him looking at me with so much intensity I almost blew up right then and there, having to press my thighs against each other so hard I felt like I was breaking my bones.

I reached up to his lips with my other thumb, running it across them slowly.

As soon as I took it off, he licked his lips just as slowly.

He crossed his legs, and I smiled at him. I knew exactly what he was feeling, because I was feeling it too.

The need to have our bodies intertwined suppressed everything; the noises outside, our own thoughts, the music coming out of the radio. So much so that we didn't even hear Daniel Stevens telling us we had arrived.

Easton was the first one to notice, saying goodbye to Daniel and getting out of the car. He opened my door and waited for me to leave, closed it and grabbed my hand. I wanted to run inside; he was holding me down, preventing me from doing so.

Eventually I slowed down as we passed by the doorman, which both Easton and I greeted.

As we were getting into the elevator, he put the key that lit up the button to his penthouse into the panel and pressed it. I was getting ready to kiss him again, pushing him against the wall-length mirror of the wall opposite to us with force. He smiled and shook his head, but I made him look down at me.

But just as I was going for a kiss, another couple with a child got in. Easton quickly spun me around and made me rest my body onto his, wrapping my waist from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder.

I sighed loudly in frustration. He was keeping his distance from me, and I couldn't understand why.

But the tension between us was impossible to ignore; I knew it was. So why was he trying?

Once the family exited the elevator I felt him gripping me a little tighter, making it impossible for me to move.

When we arrived onto the floor of his penthouse, I was feeling extremely horny and immensely confused.

We got in and he quickly paced in front of me, stepping into the huge kitchen. I dropped my heels next to the vase he had on the entrance and walked after him, leaning against the kitchen arch with my arms crossed onto my chest.