Shape of You (+18)

Chapter Five

▬▬▬▬Marley's POV▬▬▬▬

"It's this yellow house, on the corner," I directed Joel, watching as he parked curbside, in front of my home. "The one with the red door."

Turning off his car, I couldn't bring myself to look at him when I was feeling so conflicted.

Invite him in.

Don't invite him in.

Ask him to fuck you.

Don't ask him to fuck you...

...beg him to.

"Is that your car?"

Joel's question was like water being thrown on me, and I was grateful, since I wasn't sure what would have happened if I kept going down that rabbit hole.

"Yeah," I nodded, referring to the red 2013 Chevy Cruze parked in my driveway.

"Why don't you drive it to work?"

Because I need all the money I make, and gas prices are high this time of year.

"I like the exercise," I lied, looking out the window.

It got real quiet after that. Reaching for the door handle, I pulled on it, about to leave, but a large hand gripped my thigh. Looking down, I watched as his thumb moved in circles, and I felt my core pulse at the sensation.

Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, I said warningly, "Joel."

Daring to look at him, I knew by the expression on his face that were were teetering on a tightrope, and beneath us was a bottomless ocean, no safety net in sight. The question was, would we fall?

"Don't start something if you plan to just walk away when it's over," I said with as much conviction as possible.

"In case you didn't notice, darling, I'm not the type that walks away," he said, and that was the moment we not only fell, but dove straight into the deep end.

As soon as I unlocked my front door, he pushed me up against the wall. Smirking, he closed it before turning to me with the look of a hungry man who was about to be fed.

"W-Welcome to my house," I stuttered when his hands went under my shirt, caressing the bare skin of my waist. His hands were cold from the low temperature outside, but they quickly warmed up against me. "T-This is my living room. I have a- have a dog somewhere around here..."

My mind stilled the second his fiery hot lips burned mine, pressing me harder against the wall of my front entryway. Joel was at least six feet tall, and I was only five foot two, yet the way his body felt against mine made me think there was no difference between us.

I felt his tongue run along my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth, wanting to taste him. His hands were firm against my butt as he hoisted me up, wanting me to wrap my legs around his waist. His words from earlier ran through my head, and I happily obliged, letting out a breathless moan when I felt his bulge against my inner thigh, his tongue battling with mine.

"Marley," he groaned against my neck when I detached our lips, needing to breathe.

"Let's take this to my room," I said, cupping him through his jeans. "I have a nosey neighbor and I don't want her to see what I'm about to do to you."