Get Even by Amanda Heath

know he was. It might be a tad bit creepy, but it also turned me on.
    Anyway, I knew enough that I wouldn’t regret sleeping with him. He wasn’t a lowlife piece of shit and it’s not like I was asking for forever. He was the first guy I’d felt anything for in five years. Really felt something, other than lust. I wanted to explore it for a little while.
    When we pulled up outside a brownstone apartment building, I felt the nervous energy coursing through my body explode. I think everyone has that moment, right before you have sex with someone new. You’re excited, ready for it, yet you have this reservation because it’s something you’ve never tried before. I fucking love that feeling. I loved it even more because I never expected to feel this way with Tate.
    He turned off the truck and opened the door. Instead of shutting it and waiting on me, he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I let out a tiny squeak, I’m ashamed to admit. Yeah he’s a big guy, I just didn’t expect him to be so strong. Then his hands reached up to cup my face and those soft as hell lips touched mine.
    I think if someone was standing outside looking at us, they would have been able to feel it. The sensations running through us, the lust ignited with that one kiss and the all-consuming way it reached into us.
    I’m telling you this for a reason. Life before Tate was a sad, sorry excuse for living. After I met Tate, things started to make all kinds of sense. I was floating in space before my lips touched his and after that, I grounded, centered on him.
    My hands landed on his shoulders while my ass moved me closer to his body. His tongue snaked into my mouth, bringing with it the taste of beer and the snakebites we ate at the bar. There was also something spicy there, something uniquely Tate. I remember moaning into his lips and wrapping myself closer, trying to crawl into him.
    His hands left my face and went down to my ass, lifting me. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. We never stopped kissing, him with complete control of my mouth and me hanging on for the ride.
    His lips finally did leave mine when he arrived at the front door to his apartment. I never stopped moving mine, leading them over his rough jaw and down his corded neck. I could hear his breathing laboring over the rush of blood in my ears. The door finally opened and we shoved inside.
    My back had bruises the next day because he didn’t make it far into the house before I was pushed up against a wall. He grabbed my hands from around his neck and flattened them against the wall, his mouth taking mine again. His tongue, warm wet and soft, licking into my mouth, chasing after mine.
    I had this…urge to fight back a little. He was taking complete control and I wanted to gain some back. So I wrestled my hands from his and dropped to the ground, shoving him back until he hit the wall behind him. Then I was on my tiptoes wrapping my hands around his head and sticking my tongue down his throat, taking a lot of pleasure out of his growl.
    Then he was ripping my shirt off over my head and turning me around so my ass fit against his crotch. He wrapped a hand in my long hair, pulling my head to the side. He kissed and licked along my neck while my butt gave his dick all the attention it wanted. He used his other hand to take my bra off, leaving my nipples free to the cold air, their puckered state leaving me aching.
    My panties had gotten wet a long ass time ago.
    His hands, now free, cupped my breasts, rolling those puckered nipples between his fingers like the most gifted guitar player. My hips rolled back against him, loving the feel of his serious erection.
    “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted against my neck, almost breathless. Then he let go, picked me up under my knees and walked down the hallway we were standing in. He opened a door at the end and carried me through. Then I was lying on a bed, his hands going for my jeans. One of his knees was on the