Charli
People. So many people.
The doorman, people in the lobby, and in the elevator. My feet staggered. I was drunk though I'd barely consumed more than a couple of sips of my martini. I was intoxicated on Nox and on life. His strong arm steadied me as he led me from the elevator and down the hallway to our apartment door. Each step reminded me of my arousal as my essence coated my thighs.
The key jiggled in the lock, the tumblers refusing to turn. Everything was happening in slow motion. I couldn't speed it up.
Before opening the door, Nox leaned down and kissed me. My body melted against his as he pulled me close. "I'm hurrying."
"Not fast enough."
The living room flooded with light as he opened and closed the door and flipped the switch. His lips captured mine, their heat the final degree to my combustion. Some scrumptious aroma emanated from the kitchen, awakening a different hunger I didn't realize I possessed.
My stomach growled—loudly.