He’s literally the perfect guy. He always has been, so I have no idea why I’m fighting this so hard. I have no reason not to give him a chance and standing here in the middle Piccadilly Circus with Ed’s message on the screen, bold and bright for everyone to see. He really did go big, which is exactly what I told him to do.
“How?” I ask, a curiosity floating between us, but his question is a little different than mine. He wants to know if he’s won me over. I narrow my eyes, looking away from the screen that has now returned to normal and over at him.
“I know some people,” he replies, as if what he’s just done is of no consequence, his shoulders shrugging.
“What kind of people? The dodgy kind?” I question playfully, which only makes Ed laugh. “I mean obviously I know some dodgy people, look at me.”
Ed shakes his head. “No dodgy people and don’t say that about yourself, V. Every time I look at you all I see is someone who works harder than anyone I know. You built a business, and you continue to amaze me with how selfless you are.”
I’d like to tell him that we barely know each other, but that’s a lie. There was an instant connection the day Lewis hired him to work at the pub and since Lewis was shorthanded, I had been helping out. I was the one who helped train Ed, and it was me who filled in any time Lewis needed it. Ed and I have grown closer over these past few months, and it’s obvious Ed knows a lot about me.
I feel my face grow hot, creeping over my cheeks and to my ears, Ed’s words making me feel like I should tell him he’s wrong or what I’ve been doing to build my business or what I’ve done to help Lewis is nothing. I know it isn’t nothing, but I’m not used to being put on a pedestal.
“Thank you,” I finally reply, stepping closer to him, his fingers are still laced with mine and when I run my thumb over his wrist, I can feel his pulse thumping hard and fast.
He isn’t the only one who is affected by this. How could I not be? This is a fucking grand gesture, something I’m going to remember for the rest of my life, and not because I think I owe him, but because I want to, I push up on my toes and kiss him.
Here in front of the thousands of people, all bustling around, completely unaware that I’m falling in love, I kiss Ed with reckless abandon.
My lips collide with his, a huge smile plastered on my face, not giving a shit if everyone around us is watching. Ed deserves the world for the way he’s made me feel over the last few months. I’ve never had anyone treat me the way he does and if I don’t do something about it now, some other girl is going stake her claim to him. He’s a fucking catch.
My body melts into his as he slides his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him until our bodies are basically one. I can feel what all this is doing to him, his erection pressing into my hip, making me smile even bigger. I love that I have this effect on him and that it’s my body, my mouth that has him this turned on.
I trace the tip of my tongue along his teeth, making him moan, which only encourages me even more. Here we are basically giving all of London a peep show, but I still lift the hem of his shirt, my fingers trailing along the taut muscles of his stomach.
“I’m imagining you naked,” I murmur against his mouth, and the wolfish grin that tugs at his lips has me giggling.
“I’ve been imagining you naked for months now, Victoria, and if we don’t get home soon, everyone here is going to get a show.”
He pulls away quickly, leaving me panting and wanting more. His fingers close around my wrist, tugging me so I’m standing beside him as he walks quickly back to where we left the car.
“You seem to be in some kind of a hurry,” I say, playing dumb. “I was kind of hoping we might be able to see some more of London. I don’t think we took the Tube anywhere or maybe we could even go see the Crown Jewels.”
“How about some family jewels instead?” Ed suggests, his eyebrows going up in a way that makes me laugh out loud. He’s a dirty little flirt and I love it.
“You’re a cheeky shit, you know that, right?”
“So you’re telling me that you what just happened between us, that little make out session, doesn’t have you all hot and bothered?” Ed grabs my ass, squeezing it, waiting for my answer.
He can’t possibly think I’m not a shit arse mess after that kiss. I can’t wait to get back to either of our places and strip off his clothes. Just my fingers dragging across his stomach, feeling his ripped abs, has me trying to picture what the rest of him will look like.
I hope his ink covers his body, every line, every image, decorating his skin in a way that will make me want to explore every inch.
We reach the car and just like before, Ed doesn’t open the open for me, but he does stop on the driver’s side, looking at me over the roof of the car. He has this perfect cheeky smirk on his face, and I watch as his teeth tug at his bottom lip.
“You never answered my question, V,” he says, the seduction dripping from his words.
“What question was that?” I push, wanting him to say something dirty, needing him to show me how turned on he is, needing him to drive me crazy.
“The one about me making your panties wet. The one about me wondering if you’re thinking about my mouth on your pussy or what it would be like to ride my tongue.”
Holy shit.
I certainly wasn’t expecting that and I look around to make sure no one can hear this conversation, or maybe I do want someone to, like that ups the seduction factor. There’s something about the idea of the people around us knowing we’re about to go back to one of our houses and fuck each other’s brains out. Or at least I hope that’s the plan. If not, I’m going to spending a bit of time with my vibrator.
Ed’s eyes are trained on mine, his arms now folded on the roof of the car, waiting for me to respond and all I really want to tell him is that no one has ever turned me on like he has just now. I’d be one hundred percent lying if I told him that my panties aren’t in fact soaked.
“Get in the car, Ed,” I say, as I wet my lips, sucking in a hard breath.
“Where to?” he says, when we’re both sitting down, our breathing labored and making it very clear what we’re both hoping happens.
“My place,” I reply without even thinking about it. I have no idea where Ed lives, but I know my apartment isn’t too far and I also know I have plenty to keep us entertained.
I reach across the seat, brushing my hand over his thigh and letting my fingers trail along the zipper to his jeans. His head falls back against the headrest, his eyes closing for a brief second and it only makes me laugh.
“Are you trying to get us killed?” I ask, slipping my hand between his legs, making him moan.
“Are you trying to get us killed?” he echoes back, his eyes now focused on the road. “I have no idea where I’m going, but if we don’t get there soon, I’m going to be pulling over and fucking you in a car park like two horny teenagers.
“Who said I want to have sex with you?” I reply back, wrinkling up my nose in mock disgust and I can’t help but laugh out loud when I catch the look on Ed’s face. It’s a cross between disappointment and confusion, like he totally misread the situation.
“I’m fucking with you, Ed,” I now say. “And hopefully we’ll be fucking in a few minutes. Turn here.” I point to the left and Ed quickly makes the turn, like his life depends on it. And judging by the bulge in his pants, it feels like it might.
If we don’t get home soon, he might be coming in his jeans, but I don’t do anything to help the situation by once again, running my hand over him, and now cupping what I can tell is one seriously big dick.
Why did I keep him away this long?
Not only does Ed have a dick that dreams are made of, but he’s also awesome to hang out with and a great conversationalist, a fucking killer photographer and one of the best bartenders I’ve ever met. I’ve been a complete fucking idiot.
“Here!” I shout, distracted by Ed’s dick and my own dirty thoughts. I’m seriously considering getting a jump on it by taking my clothes off in the car or at least my bra.
Again, I point, “Turn right here and then the next left. It’s the building on the right. Pull behind it and park.” I give him all these directions like that’s going to help. I have two parking spots and he needs to make sure he’s in the right one, but all I can think about is getting upstairs. Who cares where the hell he leaves his car. I’ll pay the tow fee.
Ed pulls behind my building, down the alley and back toward the small group of cars already parked. I point to my car and instruct him to park behind it. He does just that, both of us not saying a word now, the silence screaming exactly what both of us are thinking.
Are we really going to do this?
I fucking hope so. If not, I’m going to be seriously disappointed. This isn’t just a one-time thing for me though and I don’t think it is for Ed either. We’ve been working up to this for a while now and we’re both finally on the same page. I want more with Ed, but I also want him. Right. Now.
I shove my hand into my purse, digging around for my keys and when I find them, I look back over my shoulder at Ed, smiling as he follows me up the back stairway.
He swats at my ass, making me giggle just as we reach my door. I stop, leaning back against it before opening it and Ed takes the opportunity I was hoping for, his mouth connecting with mine in a hard kiss. He pushes his knee between my legs, and I grind against it, desperate and needy.
“So are we going inside or do you want me just to fuck you up against the door here in the corridor?” he asks and that invitation doesn’t sound so bad. Actually, it sounds really fucking hot.
“Tell me how you would do it,” I whisper, my head falling back, as he sucks at my neck, his mouth marking me and moving along toward my ear.
“First, I’d run my hand up your thigh,” Ed says, his hand following his words, his fingers undoing the button of my jeans, sliding the zipper down. “Then, I’d slip my fingers into your panties, checking to see if you’re ready for me.”
I moan the second his fingers slip inside me, the sound echoing and loud in the quiet stillness of the corridor and I don’t even care who hears us.
“Am I?” I ask, my words breathy and full of desire.
“You tell me,” Ed says, his fingers leaving my body as he brings them to my mouth, tracing a path along my swollen bottom lip. My arousal wets my lips and I slip my tongue out, tasting myself as Ed leans in and kisses me.
“Yes,” I moan.
“You taste so fucking sweet, Victoria. I can’t wait to eat you out.” Again, I’m grinding against his leg, loving what his words are doing to my body. It feels like it’s on fire, like every single nerve is burning and begging me to never let it stop.
I fumble with my keys, attempting to reach behind me and unlock the door, but failing. I’m so lost in the feeling of Ed’s mouth on my body, his fingers slipping back into the front of my jeans.
“Victoria? Is that you?” a voice comes and I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from laughing.
“Yes, Mrs. Adams. I’m fine. Go back inside,” I call, burying my face in Ed’s shoulder.
“Are you sure, dear?” she asks, her shaky voice reminding me that she probably can’t see a damn thing. And thank fuck for that.
“Yes, just struggling with my key, but oh, look, got it,” I say, as I turn in Ed’s arms and push the key into the lock. The door flies open as I give it a push, shoving Ed in with it. “Bye, Mrs. Adams,” I call, slamming the door shut and whipping my shirt off, tossing it against the door I just closed.
“So, are we going to do this or what?” I now ask, standing there, a sexy smirk on my face as Ed’s eyes rake over my body.
