Page 47 of Surviving Slater

"Keep the noise down," he said, giving me a wink before he left, closing the door behind him.

Smiling to myself, I messaged Slater back.

I'm home.

For a few moments I wondered if it was better to play hard-to-get. But then I had to remind myself I didn't have to play games. In this we both knew the rules, and all that was on the table was amazing sex. Nothing more.

Are you sure?my conscience prodded but I refused to acknowledge it.

Can I come over?His message vibrated a few moments later.

My heart began to race at the thought of him here with me. I licked my bottom lip.

If you want, I replied, trying to sound noncommittal. I didn't want to admit I was relieved that my issues weren't enough to send him running.

I'll be there in 10.

My heart fluttered and I frowned. It's just sex, I reminded myself.Awesome sex.

I stood up and began to pace. I didn't know why I felt so nervous. We'd already sealed the deal and he'd pretty much seen me naked. What was there to still be anxious about?

I contemplated changing out of my sweatpants and over-sized shirt, but I decided against it. If I dressed up for him it would give him the wrong idea. And after what happened the last time, I didn't want to do anything that might scare him off.

Exactly twelve minutes later there was a rap against the door. I didn't open it immediately. After the attack on Taylor, I got into a new habit of checking who was at the door before opening. I looked through the peep hole. It was Slater. It wasn't like I was expecting anyone else.

I inhaled sharply and exhaled to calm my nerves before I opened the door. His eyes met mine. And I felt an instant awareness. I stepped back and he entered the apartment.

"Where's Matt?" he asked, scanning the room.

I closed the door and leaned back slightly. "He went to bed."

He swung his gaze back to me. I didn't move. He did. In a flash his mouth was against mine. I grabbed his shirt and bunched it as he assaulted my mouth.

Want stirred in my stomach before it flowed through my veins, taking control of me. His tongue slid against mine and I shivered with anticipation for what lay ahead. I released his shirt to snake my hands around his neck.

"So hot," he murmured in a husky voice as his hands skimmed my sides.

He lifted me, and my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me to my room. He put me down as he kicked the door closed.

The room was dark. I switched on my side lamp before I turned to face him. He eyes slid over me with clear intent, and all I could do was remember to breathe.

This thing with him was something I'd never experienced before. It scared me. Wild, hot and dangerous.

"Strip," he commanded. My hands slid to the hem of my shirt and I pulled it upward. There was no hesitation.

I wanted him any way I could have him.

Chapter Twelve

His eyes heatedmy skin as I dropped the shirt to the floor. His gaze fixed to my hands on the waistband of my sweatpants. I loved the way his eyes darkened and glittered as they followed the path of my hands down my sides as I peeled off the clothing.

"Come here," he said, his voice husky with want. I held his gaze. His eyes were dark and determined. I shook my head.

"You come here," I countered, not allowing him to give all the commands. I wiggled my finger for him to come closer.

He gave me a wicked smile and took a step closer to me. My pulse raced as he took another. Then the warmth of his hands held my waist. I looked up expectantly at him, wetting my lips slightly.

"You're bossy today," he said, and my response was to press my lips to his.