Hooked on Hope

Chapter Four.

AVERY'S POV

I put on a tiny black dress and walked back into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of wine and picked out a playlist. I danced around, blocking out everything.  I didn't feel bad anymore. I won't remember what happened tomorrow morning. I thought and poured another glass, and another, and another. 4 glasses later, I was tipsy. I won't remember what happened. I thought again. Maybe if I tell myself that enough times, I'll start to believe it. Three loud knocks filled the room, competing with the music. I walked over to the door and unlocked it.

"What?" I said, not acknowledging the person standing in front of me.

"Are you drunk?" Toto asked, looking down at me. His eyes traveled down to my lips, to my chest, to my thighs. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I shamefully nodded, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Just a little." I whispered. "Not enough to forgive you.." He started to study me. Like I was that stupid fucking plant.

"If you want to study me, you study me while I'm naked. You'd get a better look at everything." I said abruptly. He made eye contact with me.

"I like that idea." He whispered. I started to walk back into the kitchen. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Can I study you? While you're naked?" He begged. I looked up at his eyes, then to his lips, and back to his eyes. I wanted him to, but my feelings were still hurt.

"If you apologize..." He frowned.

"I already have. I did earlier."

"I want to hear you say it again.." I whispered. He sighed and grabbed my hand, holding it close to his lips.

"I apologize for flirting with my ex-wife. I should have been flirting with you." He paused. "I want to take you on a date. Before I fuck you."

"You don't want to study me?" I frowned. "I was looking forward to screaming your name.." He chuckled.

"I do want to study you. I want to hear you scream my name." He pulled me closer to him and put a hand on my hip. "I want to fuck you so hard the only thing you can do is scream." He leaned in, closer to my lips.  "I want to fuck you until you can't walk. I want to fuck you until the only thing you can say is my name." I shivered. We've never been this close.

"Please.." I whispered.

"Please, what?" He asked, almost touching my lips.

"Fuck me, please.." He smirked and pushed me against the wall. He reached over and shut the door. He bent down and kissed me. I immediately kissed him back. I wanted more. I grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to me. One of his hands traveled down to my hips, and the other freely roamed my body. My other  hand went to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. We stood there for a few minutes before he pulled away. He rested his forehead against mine and smiled.

"What?" I asked breathlessly.

"I've been wanting to do this since you walked into my office two years ago. I've never felt like that." He kissed my lips again, and I smiled.

"Not even with Susie?" He shook his head.

"Maybe once or twice. But every time you've walked into my office, I've resisted the urge to pull you close and kiss you until you couldn't breathe." My hand moved up further, and I started to mess with his hair.

"You're a good kisser." He chuckled.

"I've had practice. Years and years of practice." I kissed him again, wanting more of that feeling. He gave me butterflies. His lips were so soft, and he was so gentle with me. I took a deep breath and looked up at him.