“Stay right in a half mile, Interstate 610 west. Take exit one, West Napoleon Avenue and turn right. Your destination is one mile ahead on the right,” the GPS stated.

One mile?

Butterflies filled my stomach, sweat beaded on my face. I increased the air conditioning trying to cool myself off.

Get it together.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m just trying to figure out where I’m going. There are so many buildings.” I looked around trying to see an address amongst the numerous apartment complexes.

“I’ll guide you,” he said in a calming voice as I looked for him amongst the throng of cars.

“Do you see my car?”

“You just passed up my building. Do a U-turn and turn by the black gate.”

“Shit.” Sweat trickled down my temple.

I stopped the car in the middle turning lane, and wiped the sweat from my face. I studied my face in the rearview mirror. It was shiny, but otherwise looked unfazed by the long drive.

“I’m coming now.” I blotted my face with a napkin left on the passenger seat and applied powder to smooth my complexion. I sat for a moment and took a deep breathe.

Calm down, he’s just a guy. I gripped the wheel and turned back towards him, the man I had thought about constantly for weeks.

“I see you,” he said. I looked around quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of him. My eyes stopped dead when I spotted a gorgeous man sitting in a truck with the door open. He was smiling at me and my heart skipped a beat. I had seen him in pictures, but they didn’t do him justice.

“I see you now, too. Be there in a second.” I hit the end button.

Yes, he’s beautiful, but you’re not a hag, he’ll like you. He’s told you a million times how beautiful you are. You can do this. Calm the fuck down.

I tapped the steering wheel with my index finger as the gate opened painfully slow. I stole a glimpse in his direction. He stood near an empty parking spot, waiting for me. I studied him as I drove towards the parking spot. His body was muscular and lean covered in a pair of white knee length shorts and a blue t-shirt. The only visible hair on his body at a distance was a goatee that framed his smile. As the space between us closed, I could see his sage eyes dancing in the sunlight.

His smile had been a mystery to me. He didn’t like to show his teeth because of a gap that was never fixed. It finally filled my vision and it mesmerized me. The display made my heart melt, his teeth were imperfectly beautiful.

He motioned to the open spot. I parked my car in a haphazard fashion and turned it off. My heart rate increased and I felt an ache in my chest. I clenched my hands into a ball and closed my eyes before reaching for the handle.

I slowly climbed out, leaving the door open, and stood in front of him.

“Hi,” he said in a longing voice as he reached for me. Before I could respond, he embraced me. His heart was pounding as rapid as mine, and our heartbeats were responding to one another.

Thank god I’m not the only one nervous.

I inhaled deep with my face buried in his neck. A sweet masculine scent filled my nostrils as I closed my eyes. His scent was like none I had smelled before. He was free of cologne and the scent was purely unique, him.

His body withdrew from mine, my eyes remained closed. Soft moist lips glided across mine. His kiss turned more demanding as he sucked my lip into his mouth. I moaned as a tingle moved down my spine. The passion was palpable. I opened my lips and his tongue swept inside, exploring, as the taste of mint saturated my tongue. He gripped the back of my neck, tilting my head up to give him deeper access. The kiss conveyed all the longing and passion we felt towards each other. My heartbeat slowed and my legs felt like jelly.

Have I ever been kissed like this? His lips pulled away from mine and I swayed a bit.

“Let’s go inside,” he said as he steadied my frame, “We’ll get your stuff later.”

He closed my door, snagged the keys from my grip, and locked the car. He reached for my hand and enclosed it in his before squeezing lightly. My fate was sealed.

I followed slightly behind him taking in my surrounds. The apartment complex was shaped in a U with an open courtyard filled with palm trees, foliage, and paths leading to the apartments. The units were stacked three high and lined with wooden porches connecting the doorways. Birds sang in the trees as the sun shone, casting shadows upon the ground.

He turned the handle, and I immediately froze. Three men sat in the cozy apartment, but clearly it was a male-only dwelling based on the interior. Sparse non-matching furniture filled the space. No decorations, only white blank walls. It was frat like in appearance. My belly began to dance, but I tried to walk confidently. One man was lying on the couch watching television, and two others were sitting at the dining room table using their laptops.

“Guys, this is Sophia. Sophia, these are the guys,” he said as we walked through the living room without stopping.

“Hey,” they said as three sets of eyes looked at me almost in unison. I felt their eyes peeling off my clothing piece by piece.

“Hey,” I said as Kayden pulled me down the hallway to avert their stares.

His bedroom was filled with modern black furniture, a flat screen television, and a couple simple decorations. His bed was covered in red and black bedding. It was simple, but matched unlike the living room.

I turned around to face him and his lips were upon mine in a flash. He guided me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed.

How far will I let him go? Oh Jesus, How far was he willing to take me?

My heart began to race and my mind flooded with images of him naked. The only sound filling the room was our labored breaths and lips moving rapidly.

He laid me gently on the bed and crawled on top of me. Our hands moved across each other’s bodies quickly. The man could kiss, and it was intoxicating. We had spent so much time talking, teasing, the sexual tension was suffocating.

I had lost all will power with his kiss. His hands moved along my body, touching my breasts through my shirt and bra. I reached down, feeling his cock through his pants. He was large, very large—larger than any man that I had experience with.

Fuckin’ hell. My mind raced, worried how I would be able to handle a man of his size.

I whispered to him, “You’re going to kill me.”

He chuckled a slow, sweet laugh against my lips. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. He began to trail kisses down my neck causing my body to break out in goose bumps. He yanked my navy blue tank top down with my bra, exposing my breast. He grazed it with his finger and pleasure shot through my body. His mouth found my nipple, his appetite ravenous. I moaned from the tingle that flowed down my body to my core. His smooth hands slid up my thigh and into my shorts, pushing my panties aside. A solid bond formed between his lips and my nipple, pain mixed with pleasure when his finger entered me. I rubbed his head and scratched his arms, unsure of how to react.

His head dipped down, and my stomach sank.

Was I ready for this?

He didn’t attempt to unbutton my shorts as he kissed my stomach down to the top of my shorts. He moved the cloth sideways; his mouth engulfed me, and covering my delicate flesh. He licked and sucked like a starved man, and I freely offered myself up as a meal. Pure ecstasy. He stopped abruptly and moved back up my body, kissing me on my lips, deep and passionate.

“We need to go, Sophia.” His body moved away from mine. “Are you ready to hit the town?” he asked me with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“What?”

I’m so confused. One minute he was licking me in the most forbidden places, the passion was almost suffocating, and now he wanted to leave?

My head was spinning and I shook it to try and clear my thoughts.

“We have to get out of here. If we don’t, I won’t be able to stop myself. Let’s go downtown and enjoy the French Quarter.” He climbed off the bed and watched me intently.

He’s right, don’t argue. “Okay,” I said as I rearranged my clothing and pulled my underwear back into place.

He reached for my hand and helped me off the bed, sliding my palm down the cloth to smooth the wrinkles.

My thoughts were racing, but I was at a loss for words as we walked out of the bedroom. I kept my eyes towards the ground unable to look at his roommates, but I couldn’t stop a smile from dancing across my lips.

Kayden opened the front door for me, before grabbing his keys. He was half way out the door when we heard, “Damn, who knew he fucked like a teenage boy?”

Kayden closed the door; stopping, he placed his hand over his face. “I’m sorry, Sophia. They’re so fucking immature.”

“It’s okay, Kayden. I know how boys can be, let’s just go.”

“Come on, beautiful,” he said kissing my cheek. “I can’t wait to show you the beauty of New Orleans in person.”

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