Page 26 of Swept Away

His smell tickling my nostrils.

His warmth rolling over my body.

His eyes following me around like daggers.

And then his touch comes to me.

His hand slides to my hair as he brings me close to him and presses me into his body, setting my skin ablaze.

He leans back against the kitchen counter and pulls me flush against his frame, the scent of his cologne crawling on me like a savage warrior conquering new land.

Within seconds, I smell like exotic spice and musk and aftershave.

His dog tag necklace glints across his shaved chest, and my mouth waters a little as I think about licking his smooth skin and see how he tastes.

Is it spicy? Sweet? Salty?

Is it an enticing combination that might make me want to drag my mouth down past his abs and linger below his waist?

“I’ll ask you again…” he says quietly, his lips pressed to my hair. “Are you afraid of me?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

I’m not sure about anything he’s telling me in general except what he does with his hands and his mouth and his cock, but other than that, I’m cool.

We’re cool.

“Show it to me, then. Go out with me tonight.”

I don’t think he’s trying to sound sultry and make my hair stand on end, which both happen.

He doesn’t act or pretend.

His voice is genuinely low and raspy and filled with the promise of dirty sex, and I could recognize his calling in my sleep.

I see the beginning of an addiction and willfully ignore it.

What harm would it do to me if we repeated our first experience?

What harm could it do to me if I ignored the incongruent things, the pieces that didn’t match, the red flags, if I can call them that?

He’s not promising me anything other than showing me a good time.

And he has already delivered on his promise.

So, why the fuck not?

“I need some time to get ready,” I say, and he slides his forefinger beneath my chin and makes me look at him.

Those eyes will put me in an asylum.

Their flame burns so close to my soul.

“There’s enough time…” he quietly says, his eyes languidly sliding to my lips, but us kissing right now might ruin his plans for going out this evening.