Faithful Sinner

Chapter Twelve

A/N: picture up top is an idea of Bates' apartment except his is a whole lot manlier  ; -)
*Enjoy*

Chapter Twelve

Bates and I left the club feeling refreshed, rejuvenated..but at the same time we were hungry for more.

The night air was getting chillier by the second and with no jacket or over shirt, I practically raced him into his apartment building. He kept chasing behind me to keep up, laughing and I'd give him a kiss here and there and right when he thought we were going to have a heated make-out session, I'd take off. To be quite honest, it was adorable to see his face light up that way. Just happy and free instead of being so straight faced like he is when he gaurds the campus hallways.

We made it into the elevator, he slowly strutted toward me holding my gaze with that sexy smirk on his face. His body pinned my hips against the wall as I looked up into his eyes as he rested his forehead on mine. 

Oh....my....God.... This man is literally edible.

"You were so hot on that dance floor tonight. You move....tastefully to the music. " He said while looking at my lips. "The way you move your body, I'm surprised every man in the club isn't chasing you home right now. " He chuckled.

"They'd actually be chasing me to your apartment." I laughed. "Besides, it was you that had me moving like that playing with your little toy in your pocket..." I replied as I wrapped my arms around him and tapping him on his ass playfully.

"Darlin', it has only just begun... "

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We arrived to his flat after riding twenty one floors on the elevator. After unlocking his door, he stood against it allowing me to walk in first and from what was in front of me, my jaw hit the floor. His apartment was.... Huge, gorgeous, mind blowing.

I walked in literally spinning in awe taking it all in as he closed and locked the door behind us. Comparing my dorm room to his living room, I could fit ten inside, easily.  There was a long, tan couch to my left with a built in foot rest on one end of it with a brown throw splayed across it messily. I'm guessing that's where he sleeps.

Across from the couch was a matching love seat with brown and white throw pillows, a matching lounge maybe ten feet away with the same colored pillows with a t-shirt thrown on the back of it.

The carpet was tan all throughout the apartment with a large black rug taking up the living room. A glass coffee table giving it an elegant look along with the colors giving it an urban vibe. I must admit, this man has decorative taste to be a male.

I could hear Bates going on about how long he has lived here and it's surprisingly quiet. I was caught up in the beauty of what was before me that I'd barely heard a word he'd said.

"It's beautiful... " I essentially said it to myself. I noticed he had indoor plants in two corners of the room. Spiky yuccas I do believe they're called, I remembered planting with my mother as a child on up into my teenage years.

I'm becoming more fascinated by the second.

In the other corners of the living room there were two large, rounded beams that ran from floor to ceiling with Bamboo painted on them. I walked along the chairs running my fingers across the back of them then looking up at the art on the beams that supported the roof.

Out of all, my favorite was the windows. Yes, the floor to ceiling windows. Walking up to check out the view, I was astonished to see the overlook of Midtown Manhattan below me.

This was quite spectacular.

Just watching the night life go on without a care in the world, I think I might join them tonight, just let go of everything.

Bates walked up behind me and I could feel that he was shirtless, his silky skin on my bare back wrapping his strong muscular arms around me while softly kissing my neck, feeling  stubble on his chin was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

He held me tightly as he let out a small groan, "I love the way you smell...it's like jasmines and vanilla. Such an intoxicating combination." He said as he trailed kisses down my neck.

"I could almost taste you.. " followed by more kisses and the back of my dress unzipping. At that moment, I turned my head to look into his eyes, "Take me, Bates. Make love to me." I whispered as his lips came crashing down to mine in expertise.

Pinned and facing the cold, glassed window, Bates started to kiss the back of my neck. His tongue on my skin felt like fire on ice... melting.

I could feel myself fading into the clouds from his touch. His hand slipped into the back of my unzipped dress down to my ass giving it a slow, firm squeeze. My head fell back into his shoulder as his other hand slid up my left thigh.

His hand cupped me between my legs making me gasp as I pushed against him straining to feel all of his body. My hands supported me on the window above New York, being in the open intensified my heat session with Bates. Getting that feeling like I kinda hope I get caught type of thing.

His hand left my ass rubbing my stomach moving his way up to my breasts then to my throat, he pulled me back to get better access to my neck.
Oh God... Please don't let me blow before we even start.. just a few more minutes Quinn. I said to myself desperate to hang in there. His hands are just.... Magic.

He began to grind up against my backside holding my throat and between my legs kissing anywhere he could manage.

"Please, Bates... " I literally begged him. That was enough I'm assuming, he dipped down and lifted me bridal style carrying me to his bedroom as he threw me on his bed. He climbed on top of me ripping my dress off in the process. His lips worked their magic starting on my toes, then toward my thighs....

To be continued....

A/N: sorry about the cliffhanger, I just had to! ;-)