“As you can see, I have no interest in anyone else.” His earnest green eyes struck right at my soul. “But, I want you to make your own decisions. So, I’m going to leave my door unlocked and go get in my bed. I would love for you to join me. And, not to be hokey here, but I would also love it if you would be my valentine.” He tapped the skin over his heart where an intricate lattice heart was inked in sturdy black. “Anyway. I’ve laid out all my cards. I want you. I …” He took a deep breath. “I know it sounds impossible, but I love you. From the first moment I saw you, I’ve loved you.”
My heart seemed to stop completely before taking off at a breakneck pace. Did the remarkable man in the hallway just say he loved me?
“So, I hope to see you inside.” He gave me a panty-melting smile and backed into his apartment.
When he was out of sight, I turned and leaned against my door. I was having trouble catching my breath. He said he loved me. I covered my mouth with my hand and squealed into it while jumping up and down like an idiot. Then I actually pinched myself. It hurt. This was real.
I darted to my bathroom and checked myself in the mirror, but I couldn’t do much because a smile seemed permanently affixed to my face. Get it together, Jess.
Back into the living room and out to the hallway. I put a hand to my chest, as if that could calm my heartbeat, and then swung his door open.
The room was dark. I crept past his cozy décor – nothing liked I’d imagined it before – and only paused to admire a couple of the dozens of photographs he had along his walls. All of them were done by him, and I’d seen versions of them at the gallery a couple of blocks away.
His bedroom door was open. I straightened my back and walked through. There were no mirrors on the ceiling and his bed had a white duvet instead of a black one.
What I saw on the bed made my jaw drop. Michael looking at me with lust in his eyes. His hands were laced behind his head and the white duvet covered just to his hips. He was sex on a platter. His piercings glinted in the light of his lamp and his sculpted body had my mouth watering. His hair was still jutting this way and that from when I’d run my hands through it earlier.
“Come here.” His voice was low and full of command.
I couldn’t have disobeyed if I’d tried. I walked to him as he sat up and swung his legs off the bed.
“On your knees.”
I dropped in front of him and looked up into his eyes.
“Have you made up your mind?” He stroked a hand through my hair.
“Yes. I had it made up the moment I saw you. I want you.”
He smiled, devilish and sincere all rolled into one.
I darted my eyes to the duvet covering his cock.
“Curious, Jess?”
Yes, very. After I’d touched it earlier, I wanted it in my mouth. But then Layla had shown up and ruined it.
“Yes. I want to taste it.”
A low growl came from his throat and he flexed his fists. “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my fucking life.”
I grabbed the duvet and pulled it away. He was so hard, his cock darkened and the tip wet. I licked my lips and grabbed it at the base, the same way he’d done in the hallway.
His head fell back. “Fucking wildcat.”
I smiled and licked the tip. He jerked in my hand but then stilled again. It was salty on my tongue and I licked again. He looked back down to me and put his hands in my hair.
“Take it.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I opened my mouth wide and slid it in. It was thick on my tongue and I moved too quickly, trying to get as much of it in as possible. I gagged and slid it out.
“Sorry.” I blushed.
“Don’t be sorry. Your mouth feels fantastic.”
Emboldened by his words, I slid the tip past my lips again and lapped at it with my tongue. His grip tightened in my hair as I licked at him. Moving forward, I took him deeper, the tip just hinting at the back of my throat, but not enough to make me gag again.
“That is—” His words cut off into a groan as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him while moving back and forth.
I gripped his thighs and kept sucking him in and out, using my tongue to lick him as I went. His hips began to pulse against me in time with my rhythm. My pussy was drenched. This was by far the most erotic thing I’d ever undertaken.
“Look at me, Jess.”
I looked up and caught his eye as I bobbed on his cock. His jaw was tight, a vein pulsing in his neck.
When I dug my nails into his thighs and pushed him even farther inside, he ripped me up from the floor on a groan and threw me onto my stomach on the bed.
“What—”
His hands were at my shorts, ripping them down my legs. Then he was between my thighs. His palms were on my hips, pulling me back into him. When his cock hit my wet skin I shuddered.