Chapter 3 Three

Kathy...

"He agreed with a slight nod and put his card down again.

"Let me take care of that for you," he said to me in a low murmur, and I felt a rush of heat pool between my legs.

The bartender brought us another round and I found myself completely fascinated by the man in front of me. He seemed to be very intelligent, talking about various topics with ease. As we kept downing drinks between the two of us, he went from being an attractive stranger to someone I felt like I knew. Time seemed to fly by and when I looked at the clock again, it was well past midnight.

"It's getting late," I said, leaning into him. The alcohol in my system had emboldened me.

"I'll take you home," he spoke in such an authoritative way that I felt like I had no choice but to say yes. "It's too late for you to be out there on your own."

As we walked over to his car, he snaked an arm around my waist. I leaned into him more, putting my weight on him. I was surprised to see that he had a driver waiting for him outside. Usually, I was used to being stuffed in the back of an Uber and then asked to split the fare. I guess there really was a difference between boys and men. If I'd known men like Dylan were hiding out in the city, I would've moved out here years ago.

He opened the door for me, and I slid onto the cool leather of the backseat. Once he got inside, I moved closer to him and, without hesitation, he put his arm around my shoulders.

"I'm not ready for the night to end yet," I whispered in his ear.

If he was shocked by how forward I was being, he didn't let it show. Instead, he slid his hand down to my waist and firmly grabbed onto my side.

"It doesn't have to," he answered in a deep voice. His face was so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath on my face.

He moved closer and closer until he closed the gap between our mouths and finally kissed me. His lips felt so soft as they moved against mine, slowly and patiently as if we had all the time in the world and he wanted to savor every endless second of it.

"My place?" he suggested, breaking the kiss.

His words made my lips tingle. I wanted more.

I gave him an impatient nod and pulled him back into me. By the time the car pulled over to his apartment building, I could hardly wait to be alone with him.

"Patience," he let out a low, throaty chuckle when he noticed how eager I was. "Your generation always wants to get things done straight away. Sometimes it's good to wait."

I pouted a little and followed him into the elevator. He kept his hand on my waist the entire time and guided me into his penthouse apartment when the elevator doors opened again.

"Wow," I sighed as I took in his apartment.

It was massive, and he clearly had good taste for decor. As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by large post-modern paintings. I found myself admiring them in awestruck silence.

"Do you like them?" he asked, coming up behind me. "I had them commissioned."

"They're beautiful," I breathed out.

"Just like you," he winked at me and then took my hand. "Come with me, I'll show you the bedroom."

My heart began to beat faster in anticipation of what was about to happen. He led me into his room and closed the door behind him. Before I could say another word, he had me pinned against the wall of his bedroom and his lips were on mine. These kisses felt different from the ones in the car. They were more urgent and demanding.

"I thought you wanted to be patient," I spoke against his lips.

"I'm done being patient," he murmured in a low voice before moving his mouth to my neck.

He began to leave a trail of kisses down the side of my neck, and I couldn't help but knot my fingers in his hair, gasping at the contact. Then he picked me up with ease and walked us both to the edge of his bed before setting me down again. He wasted no time. As soon as my body hit the soft mattress, he was on top of me. In this position, I could feel the hardness between his legs and my desire grew even more. He began to slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders.

"This needs to go," he said.

I put my hands over my head and slipped out of my dress. His eyes darkened at the sight of my newly exposed skin, his breathing getting shallow. I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.

"Like what you see?" I smirked as his eyes trailed down my body, admiring every inch.

"I've been thinking of what you'll look like without that dress since the moment I saw you in it," he whispered against my ear in a hoarse voice.

I began to tug at his shirt, and he discarded it quickly. I felt the hardness of his muscles under my hands and let out an involuntary moan at the sensation.