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leather
jacket and placed it between his lips. He pulled out a lighter and fired it up
before turning to look at Marisa to see what she would say.  

 
    “I think you
should at least tell me your name first,” Marisa said as she moved in closer to
him until their sides pressed against each other. He was strong, possessive,
and spoke with a steady no nonsense tone of voice. In many ways he was the
total opposite of Saul and the strangeness of the situation made Marisa’s heart
race.

 
    “Kurt,” he said
simply. He turned to look at her and jerked his head upward. “So does that mean
you’re coming to my place or what?”  

 
    “What the hell,”
she muttered, “I’m allowed to be stupid for a little while longer.”

 
    He furrowed his
eyebrows.   “What’s that now?”

 
    She giggled and
shook her head. “Oh it’s nothing. It’s nothing at all. Lead the way, Kurt.”

 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter Four

 
    Kurt walked down
the street without moving his hand off from Marisa’s lower back. It had that
same air of possessiveness as the way he had dragged her out of the club. She
wondered if he really was that possessive or if that was just how he came off.
They walked in silence and it was less than just ten minutes later when they
were going into an apartment building in the downtown area.

 
      It was a nice and clean building. Marisa wondered
just how much it would cost to live there. Of course she didn’t ask, but
continued to look around with interest. They walked over to the elevator and Kurt
pressed the button to head up. Once they were in, he hit the 10 button with the
side his closed fist. It wasn’t angry or too aggressive but it gave Marisa a
feeling that she didn’t know what to make of. What she was sure of however, was
that the entire time with him she didn’t feel unsafe.

 
    As the elevator
moved up, she braved leaning her head against his arm. He smells good , she thought as his scent wafted up to her nose. The
elevator dinged and they got off and walked down a hallway until they reached
the end of it. He fished a single key out from his jean pocket and slid it into
the door handle, the little click resonating down the quiet hallway.

 
    Kurt opened the
door and when Marisa stepped inside his apartment, she had to suppress a little
gasp of surprise. It wasn’t at all the type of place she had envisioned him
living in. Despite not wanting to judge people solely based off looks, it was
hard not to draw up a picture of how this man might live based off how he
dressed and spoke. In fact, his entire attitude didn’t lend itself to this
place. It was modern and sleek, not to mention, extremely tidy.

 
    She had barely
looked around when she felt her body being pressed up against the wall by the
door and, in a second, his lips were kissing her roughly. He leaned forward
until his body was pressed up against hers. Marisa broke the kiss and turned
her head to the left just to catch her breath. Every inch of her skin felt
suddenly hot.

 
    “Oh fuck,” she
breathed out. He grabbed her by the cheek and brought her in for another rough
kiss. It was the first time she had ever been kissed this way. She had no
problem admitting she really liked it. In fact, everything about the way he had
handled her so far was a bit rougher and pushier than she was used to and a lot
hotter than she would have imagined. He had pretty much taken control from the
moment their eyes met at the club. Saul would have never behaved this way. He
had always been far too soft to get a little rough with her and she never knew
just how much she wanted it until now.

 
    She let herself
get completely lost in the moment as he forced his lips against hers. If she
was going to be stupid, she was going to commit to it. She felt his hands
slowly moving up her sides until his palms were rubbing her breasts over the
fabric of her dress.  

 
    She let out a
quiet moan against his mouth and instinctively