Page 28 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I

My neck is warm as Hercules’s waiting gaze remains on me. I must look away even if I don’t want to. “Get under to get over,” I say to Eden.

She studies Hercules for a moment and then turns to Nero. “Then how are you getting home?”

He grins from ear to ear. “You.”

I can’t stop shivering,and my legs are weak as, like the pied piper, he leads me through the restaurant. He’s wobbly, obviously beyond three sheets to the wind. A pinch of remorse rises up inside me, and I almost want to call it off—almost. As far as I’m concerned, no one exists but us. Every pleasure receptor in my body has sprung to life. I’m also fighting the urge to hyperventilate.

What just happened back at the table? Is this going to happen? Will the night end with Hercules Valentine on top of me, inside me?

We walk outside, and I’m way too nervous to feel the chill in the air. But I fold my arms anyway as Hercules trots ahead of me and opens the back door of a black Mercedes-Benz with tinted windows. I hesitate before stepping toward our chariot. I want to make sure he knows what he’s doing. Hell, I want to make sure I know what I’m doing. In less than forty-eight hours, I’ve run into Hercules twice. What does this mean? Is it a sign that he and I are meant to share these moments together?

He's waiting patiently, and his gaze smolders. He knows I'm going to get into that car and go wherever he takes me. I bet no girl rejects Hercules Valentine. And when my feet shuffle me closer to my destiny, it becomes clear I won't be the first girl to ever tell him no.

I’m still shaking as my back presses against the soft white leather seat. He closes me in. There’s no turning back. I can hardly believe how excited I am down there as he walks around the back of the car. A tinted window between the front and back seat rolls up. I focus on the back of the driver’s head, waiting for him to turn to catch a glimpse of me through the rearview mirror. But he remains laser focused on the road ahead. Maybe Hercules does this a lot, picking up random girls at a bar.

There's so much to take in at once. I look at the empty bottles on the floor as Hercules’s door opens. It looks like he’s been doing a lot of drinking lately, and I still wonder why that is. I’m out of the loop when it comes to hearing about the goings-on with the Valentines.

Now he’s in the car, watching me with come-hither eyes. I swear, I’m going to pass out if he keeps looking at me that way. The car moves. When I turn away from him to pull my seat belt down, Hercules puts his hand over mine. With one touch, the sensation of tiny particles spreading through my cells wells up in my arm. He doesn’t move as we stare into each other’s eyes.

“You’re the girl I ran into yesterday.” His words drag.

I nod tightly. Finally, he takes his hand off mine and flops back against his seat. I let go of my seat belt as he rests his head on the cushion and inhales deeply through his nose.

The car rolls along, and I’m not sure if me being that girl from yesterday is a good or bad thing. His eyes are still closed.Has he passed out?Then I quicken when he turns and rests the side of his head on the seat as his hazy gaze laps me up.

Say something…

“Are you okay?” I suspend breathing, waiting for him to answer.

“You’re beautiful.”

I swallow the flood of moisture that rushes into my mouth. “Thanks.”

“Very pretty.” He lifts his hand as if he’s going to touch my thigh but then pulls back.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “You are too.” I close my eyes as I shake my head.Stupid me.“I mean, handsome.”

I thought his eyes were blue, but tonight, they’re grayish with flecks of gold. His lidded gaze lingers on my face. It’s as if he’s struggling to stay awake.

“Can I touch you?” he asks.

I nod enthusiastically.

His hungry eyes drop to my crotch. The energy he’s emitting grasps my sex. I’m embarrassed by how my breaths tremble. I want to do a better job hiding the effect he’s having on me, but I can’t. Hercules’s hand slides into my pants, and it continues downward until it’s under my panties. Slowly but deliberately, the tips of his thick fingers slide up and down my slit.What the hell?I slam the back of my head against the seat when I feel a sensation that I’ve never experienced before.

Our hurried breaths crash against each other. I can only hold eye contact for so long. I must close my eyes and grasp the door handle to bear the pleasure. It’s too much. Regardless of how far and fast my lower half tries to run from his stimulation, he catches me.

“Just relax,” he whispers sensually.

“I can’t,” I struggle to stay.

Something is happening down there. The feeling is electric, vibrant, and new. It builds, one potent sensation on top of the last. I’m choking on air, gasping for words. Hercules’s eyes stay on me. I think he’s enjoying seeing me this way. I wish I had more control of myself. My body pleads for more even as I bristle from the pleasure. It’s like…

“Ohh…” My breaths quiver.

It’s like a tickling, magnified ten times over, is on the verge of blasting through my vag.

“You’re so damn soft and warm,” he says in a primal whisper.