Strictly Professional

11: Deja Vu

ELLE
Private Show-Little Mix

Bri sent a text that had me on edge. She informed me that she'd stay with her date for the night, meaning that the flat would be completely empty. This gave me the perfect opportunity to do exactly what my agreement with Niall called for, but I wasn't so sure I should. But I couldn't really back down now, not when he was standing right at my door.

"Come in." I quietly spoke, holding the door ajar for him. With a smile and a nod, he stepped into the space and took in his surroundings.

"It's the same as last time." I joked, closing the door before sliding my blazer off to drape it on the back of a chair.

"I know. It's just very homey." He shrugged, getting situated on the small maroon sofa.

"It's crammed and stuffy. We can barely get around and there's just two of us." I argued, finding it amusing how someone whose house was probably fifty times larger than my entire flat just called such a small space homey.

"It's got a charm to it, though." He snickered, his lips forming a grin as he extended his arm on the back of the couch, shifting slightly to his left and facing me as I sat down next to him. I was having Deja Vu, because we were in the exact same situation we were last time he was here. But I knew that this time, a heated make out session was not what he had in mind. I hadn't ruled the possibility of something happening either. I was at least willing to see where things would lead and how I'd feel about it in the moment.

"Is this why you're here? To comment on my flat?" I rose an eyebrow, my words holding a challenging tone to them. I was waiting to see if he'd make the first move, because I sure as hell would never do that.

"Want me to tell you why I'm here, love?" He answered, and for the first time today, his smirk was back and here to stay.

"Or would you rather I showed you?" His voice was a bit quieter, a bit deeper as his hand rose from his thigh to cup my face, his long fingers getting lost in the hair at the back of my neck as he pulled me towards him while moving closer simultaneously. My breath hitched, heart beating faster as I realised that this was it. He was about to kiss me and I was about to love it and hate it at the same time.

And I was right. His lips were on mine sooner than I anticipated, his free hand going to my waist to pull my body closer to him as he shifted, facing me completely this time. This kiss was nothing like the one in the locker room. It wasn't as urgent and rough. Instead, it was reminiscent to the final kiss we shared last time he was here. Slow, deep and even passionate. His tongue danced with my own, and I didn't even realise I had granted him access to my mouth until that very moment.

"Want me to stop, Ellie?" He whispered against my lips, the hand that was on my waist slowly making its way further down my back. Without even thinking about it rationally, I shook my head.

"No? Want me to keep going?" He asked, his hand landing exactly where it was intending to all along and giving my ass a gentle squeeze. My only response was a nod, but he's made it pretty clear he always wanted a verbal answer. His hand went to my neck, squeezing it ever so slightly, but it still sent an electric shock through me.

"Tell me sunshine." He pulled back, inevitably ending the kiss as he stared right into my eyes. My breath was already ragged, the craving I had for him reaching levels I never knew it could.

"Don't stop." I mumbled, the words coming out of my mouth without even a second thought. I knew this would happen. I knew that if I let him into my house, I'd no longer be able to resist having him. And he knew it too. He could read me like an open book and that has never come more handy to him than it did tonight, because it was painfully obvious I couldn't wait to be with him any longer.