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This time, he sits straight in his chair, and I'm looking right into the bottomless pit of dark eyes. My breath snags. His gaze is unreadable, but I catch the lust simmering in it. My legs are properly encased in his now. If I take just one step, my knees are going to buckle, and I'm going to fall straight into his lap.
I let my eyes roam over his face. His black hair is slicked back, highlighting strong features— a sharp jawline, a distinctive nose. His brow is bushy, and I see a scar running lightly over one eyebrow. It only adds more to his appeal.
God.
If Michelangelo had tried to sculpt this man, he'd have failed woefully. He is literal perfection.
“Because I want to fuck you.” His voice is so deep, it rumbles through my stomach.Is that an accent I spot?
I blink at him, not quite hearing what he'd said.
“I want to fuck you,” he says again. He stands up, and I'm forced to take a step back. Now, he's towering over me. I look up the length of his taut stomach, his hard chest, to his face. Those eyes. My stomach clenches in response.
I lick my lips. I'd heard him right. He wants to fuck me. Such straightforwardness. On another man's lips, I'd find it crude, and even now, I'd be running the other way. But on this man's sensuous lips, it sounds like an intriguing promise, something anticipatory. For the life of me, I can’t fathom why I’d be anticipating a stranger’s touch.
And I find myself looking forward to the pleasure this man can give me with his hands and mouth. With his cock. For tonight, I want to be wild and naughty. I want to let go of control.
Fuck playing it safe.
I step into him again until I'm up against his chest, standing on the tip of my heels, my head stretched to hold his stare. My whole body is on fire for this man.
“Let's go,” I say.
A sound wrests out of him. It sounds suspiciously like laughter.
Is he laughing at me?
Heat suffuses my cheeks in mortification. I start to step back, but he grabs my arm and pulls me to him, his grip rough, yet tender.
“This is going to be a night you will never forget.” His voice is gravelly, but it carries the weight of the desire he feels. It scrapes on my sensitive skin, making me shiver mentally.
I smile up at him, my eyes twinkling as relief courses through me. We're still on. I fall in step beside him, his hand still gripping tightly as I let him lead me outside. I spare a quick glance to the girls where they sit with their mouths agape, their expressions priceless.
Wordlessly, I follow the man whose name I don't know, and frankly don't care to know out of the bar. The earlier drizzle has cleared and is now replaced by cloudy skies. American weather at it again. I shiver momentarily and burrow into my coat.
I follow him into the luxury hotel beside the bar and into the elevator, my tongue still stuck on the roof of my mouth. The elevator opens up to a carpeted hallway, and he leads me up to a room. With frayed nerves, I watch as he inserted a key card into the keyhole and as soon as the door clangs open, I'm ushered in.
The moment the door closes behind us, I'm swept into a smoldering kiss. My softness to the hard contours of his body. Our tongues clash in a war for dominance. I melt into him, letting him take the lead.
His arms go around me as he deepens the kiss. My hands roam over his face, the back of his neck. His tongue twirls in mymouth, pulling mine into a dance of frenzy. I couldn't be closer. I want to meld into him, into the hotness of his mouth as he claims me.
Fuzzily, I register him pulling off my coat. I shrug out of it, my lips still locked to his. His palm splays across my back, the heat shooting through the thin material of my clothing. I moan into his mouth.
“Così sensuale.”
I barely catch his Italian. My hands are busy trailing up his neck to his hair. It's coarse, yet velvety and I'm lost in its texture. He anchors me slightly away from him. He sucks my lower lip into his mouth before releasing it with a plop.
I'm panting and he's breathing hard as he moves back to run his gaze over me. I squirm under the intensity of his gaze.
“Take off your dress.” It's a command. One I hurriedly pay obeisance to.
My hands tremble as I pull my shirt off over my head. I'm left standing in my black bra and my jeans. His eyes are smoldering as they take in my nude form.
“Take them off.” His voice is gruff.
I unbutton my jeans, and hooking my thumbs into the top side, I pull it down and kick it off my feet. Now, I'm only standing inmy black panties and bra. His eyes are hot and encouraging as they trail my body. I pause for an infinitesimal moment before I wiggle out of my panties. In the same breath, I hook my hands behind my back to unhook my bra.
His dark eyes glint as they rove over my naked form. I fight the urge to shield my body from his appraisal. I stand there as his eyes trail across my skin, leaving fire in their wake.