Empire State: New Year In Manhattan Part 5

"Well, any of the gifts that I want you to bring with you don't take up much s.p.a.ce."

Every couple of days a new gift had arrived from Ethan. It was mainly underwear but I also got a framed film poster of Pretty Woman signed by Richard Gere and Julia Roberts, after which I promised him head every hour we were together over New Year. I also got a vibrator, which I refused to use without him and wouldn't need when I was with him. But there was lots of underwear. Underwear he made me try on and then take photos of myself in so he could "see if it fit". I feigned exasperation but I loved that he wanted reminders of me. And I thought it was funny that he thought he'd have to convince me to send them.

The underwear didn't take up much room, and I'd packed every single piece.

The door buzzed but I wasn't ready to hang up on Ethan so I maneuvered my case out of the flat, and outside to the waiting cab while Ethan told me about his day coming back from Aspen. I wanted to ask whether he'd told his parents about us, but I held back. I didn't know what New York would bring me on this trip. Last time it had brought me Ethan, but would this visit take him back from me? Would we find a way to be together? I pushed the thought from my head and tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

"Were your parents unhappy to only have such a short time with you?"

"I don't think so. They seem to be delighted that there may be a prospect of continuing the Scott name. I'm sure they thought I was gay."

I half choked on the breath I'd inhaled. "So you told them about me coming to visit?" I managed to push the words out of my still-winded lungs.

"Of course. Shouldn't I have?"

"Of course. I just . . . "

"Did you tell your family about me?"

Jesus, was this going to be a thing?

"Umm, kinda."

"Don't bulls.h.i.t me, Anna. You didn't say anything?" He sounded puzzled more than anything.

"Well, not specifically. I really don't have that type of relationship with them. They knew something was going on. I mean, I spent my whole visit either on the phone with you or texting you."

"Wow."

"It's no big deal, Ethan."

"Apparently not," he said. I wasn't quite sure what he meant by that. "Listen, it's late. I'll see you at the airport."

"Ethan."

"Have a safe flight. I love you, Anna."

And he was gone.

My ache for Ethan intermingled with the anxiety that had sprouted out of our last conversation. I just needed to see him and it would be like it always was when we were together, wouldn't it?

Time on the plane seemed to pa.s.s at a different speed than in real life. I couldn't focus on my book or any of the films. I just needed Ethan. I wanted him to tell me everything was going to be okay.

By the time the plane arrived and I'd pa.s.sed through security, my excitement and nerves had brought on full body shaking. Border control must have thought I was smuggling something illegal. I was surprised I wasn't searched.

Ethan spotted me before I saw him and the smile that spread across his face made my stomach curl. Jesus, I'd forgotten how handsome he was. I was tempted to dry hump him right there. Our eyes locked and he cupped my face with his hands and slid his lips across mine, softly, gently.

"G.o.d, you smell good," he said into my mouth. "And you taste good," he said, trailing his tongue along my bottom lip. "And you look phenomenal. Are you sure you're real?"

He dipped his tongue past my lips and pushed against mine. I moaned. G.o.d, how I had missed the feel of him. I smoothed my hands up from his shoulders to find his neck, straining and tight under my fingers. He pulled me toward him, deepening his kiss, pressing my body to his, pushing his hardness against my stomach. I needed him, in every way, right there. He circled his hips and then pulled his head back.

"We should go, or I'm going to get arrested."

"I think it would be worth it."

He growled and grabbed my abandoned suitcase in one hand, my arm in the other and started charging toward the exit. I had to half skip to keep up with his large strides and determined pace.

"Like the idiot I am, I drove," he said tightly. "Thought it would stop me from having you in the back of the car in front of Rory."

Ethan I heard Anna laugh and I turned my head. She was looking at me, laughing at me.

"What?" I asked, without interrupting our breakneck pace to the car.

"You."

"You're laughing at me, Miss Anna?"

"I am."

"I'm so pleased I amuse you."

"It's forty minutes. I thought I wanted you bad, but it's only forty minutes."

But I really couldn't wait, or didn't want to. It had been too long and now I wanted to feel her, touch her, taste her. I didn't want to waste a single second.

"Tell me what you have planned for us today."

We reached the car and I popped the trunk and looked at her quizzically as I put her case inside.

"My plans are all about you and me naked for the rest of the day."

"I get that. Tell me what you have planned, exactly."

I studied her for a few moments, and she returned my look. She didn't explain herself. Didn't rush me. She just waited.

"Well, I made a promise to you that I wasn't able to keep, so I have some making up to do," I said as we got into the car.

"Yes, Mr. Scott, you told me that you'd make me come every day you were away. So I calculate that you owe me twenty-two o.r.g.a.s.ms."

I smirked at her. "You've been counting?"

"Counting the days until I had you inside me again."

"f.u.c.k, Anna." I crunched the gears and sped out of the parking lot. "And don't look at me like that. Not now. Not yet. Not when I can't do anything about it."

"Like what?" she asked, innocently fluttering her eyelashes at me.

"You know that I need to be inside you when you look at me like that."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." She grinned and it was all I could do not to pull over to the side of the road and have her.

Driving had been a terrible idea. I wasn't a patient man at the best of times, but with Anna sitting beside me, practically begging to get f.u.c.ked, I was close to having an accident.

"I was thinking," she said. "Do you, you know, get tested regularly?"

I quickly turned to look at her. "For STDs? Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just, I got my annual check-up and I came back clear and . . . I'm on the pill, so, I just thought that if you got tested, then-"

"I got tested about six months ago. A few weeks after you were in New York."

"Oh."

I could hear the unspoken question behind that one simple syllable and I reached across and stroked her leg. "There's been no one since," I said quietly.

She slid her hand over mine and I turned my palm and clasped her fingers tightly.

"Really?"

"No one since I had you the first time. Really."

"Okay." She paused. "Me too. No one since you."

The revelation sat heavily between us. There was meaning there.

Eventually we pulled into my parking garage and I leapt out of the car, clumsily pulling her case from the trunk.

"In a rush?" she sing-songed.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" I raised an eyebrow at her and clamped my hand over hers as we headed to the elevators.

"You know that midnight-blue underwear set you sent me?" she asked coyly as we stepped inside the elevator.

"Er, yes." There had been a lot of underwear. A lot of pictures. But I knew the set she was referring to.

"You liked that a lot, I remember."

"I liked all of them a lot."

"So this one doesn't stand out?" she asked, facing me as she pulled at the sides of skirt, revealing blue barely-there underwear.

"f.u.c.k." Instinctively, I reached for her and cupped her mound. She was hot. Her head fell back but her eyes stayed on mine and I moved my whole body, pressing it to hers. "I thought you might want to freshen up before we fool around?"

"Freshen up? I'm not dirty enough yet. I want you to make me really dirty, Ethan."

A sound erupted from the back of my throat. G.o.d, I wanted this woman. I sealed my lips against hers and the elevators doors sprang open.

My erection throbbed, desperate for her-it was almost painful. She pushed her hands against my chest, separating us. She was panting and reluctantly I pulled away from her and almost dragged her into the lobby.

I fumbled for my key as she stood behind me, kissing between my shoulder blades, rounding her hands across my a.s.s and over my crotch. I groaned, dropped my keys, turned and grasped her face in my hands, taking her bottom lip between my teeth. The taste of her was so sweet. Had it been like this before? I ran my tongue along the inside of her upper lip, tracing the shape of her mouth, wanting to feel every inch of her, inside and out.

She trailed her hands across my back and over my shoulders. It wasn't enough, I wanted us skin to skin. Reluctantly, I retrieved my keys and made more of a determined effort to get them to work. It took more effort and concentration than usual, but the door sprang open and then closed behind us. There we were-together, in private with no plans for the rest of the day apart from to be together. The thought calmed me. She was here. We had time.

The atmosphere changed between us. In the car the only thing I could think about was how my c.o.c.k was going to feel buried in her p.u.s.s.y. Now, it was only one of the things I wanted to do with her.

I grinned at her and she grinned back. I didn't know where we should start. There was so much I wanted to share with her. I couldn't wait for her to get to know my place properly. I wanted to hear about her journey and how things were at work. I would tell her about the office, my niece Izzy, catch her up on the news around my sister's new job. And I wanted to f.u.c.k her so badly I could barely stand.

We had time.

I pulled her toward me, her head against my chest, and we stood in my hallway, our arms wrapped around each other's waists.

Finally she spoke.

"In all seriousness, it would probably be a good idea for me to shower. Can you wait?"

"Do you want company?"

My phone rang before she could answer.

"s.h.i.t." I bellowed into the phone. "Scott?" With Anna's arm still around my waist, I carried her case into my bedroom. She placed small, chaste kisses on my chest as I walked her backward into my bathroom and continued the conversation with work about nothing that I found remotely interesting or important. I had bought some toiletries that I thought she would like and I opened one of the cabinets to show her. She grinned at me in that way that she had that made me feel like a G.o.d. I turned on the shower and pulled some towels off the rack.

"I'll be ten minutes max. I'm sorry," I whispered Don't be. This is perfect, she mouthed back.

She was perfect.

I closed the door behind me to give her privacy, despite the fact I wanted to watch her naked in the shower, I kicked off my shoes and lay on the bed.

There had been a disagreement between two a.s.sociates at work on how to handle an issue that had cropped up with one of my clients. The case law was conflicting and they were taking opposing views. Trying to impress me, no doubt. Interrupting my time with Anna did not impress me in the slightest.

The sound of Anna in the shower echoed through the bathroom door and the thought of her in there, the water cascading down her skin, across her perfect t.i.ts and between her legs kept my hard-on at the center of my attention. The water shut off sooner than I expected. This call was going to have to wrap up quickly.

"I'm putting the phone down in five minutes, so if you want my decision on something then ask me. All I've heard so far is a battle of egos. And in a battle of egos, I'm always going to win, so get the f.u.c.k on with it."

I hung up a second before the door to the bathroom opened to reveal Anna wearing a smile and some underwear that should be illegal.

Chapter Six.

Anna I watched him as he licked his lips. I fought a grin and nerves knotted in my stomach. The action reminded me of the night we met. I was half thrilled, half terrified at the prospect of him devouring me. I moved toward the bed.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked. "I can see your mind whirring."