Instead of doing either I blurted, “Give me your phone number.”
It was a silly request, a stupid, childish one that I should have been above. But I wasn’t, and I watched him, waiting for a response, half hoping he’d say no, half dreading he’d say no.
But he casually grabbed my phone and punched at the screen. “I won’t answer, but if you call this number, someone will find me,” he said.
Then he walked over and stood in front of me, his hungry gaze almost making me melt.
“You going to call me, Esther?”
“No,” I said.
He laughed again and then left.
Twelve
Esther
The next night, I couldn’t even pretend not to be happy to see Sorin when he knocked on the door. I opened it and he swept in, putting one arm around my waist and the other under my ass as I wrapped my legs around him almost automatically. After his passionate kiss, one that I’d come to look forward to and that still, even though he’d done it so many times, had the power to turn me into a puddle of desire with the first touch.
He carried me toward the bedroom as he kissed my neck. It was silly, but Sorin holding me like this, carrying me as if I were as light as a feather, as if I were important to him, gave me an unreasonably giddy feeling like I was being protected, cared for, something I hadn’t ever experienced.
“It was hard for you, eh?” he said, his breath blowing against my skin raising goose bumps.
“What’s that?” I asked, distracted by his actions.
“Being without me all day,” he said as he pulled me tighter to him, his stiffness pressing against my sex.
“You’ve been somewhere?” I said, but I broke off on a moan when he sucked the skin of my collarbone between his lips.
“Thought so,” he said smugly as he tossed me onto the bed and then peeled his shirt off.
I sat up and watched the play of his muscles as he stalked toward me, leering at him openly and unabashedly. A slow smile spread across his face as he closed his hands around my ankles and then pulled my pants off by the hem and tossed them over his shoulder before he grabbed my ankles again and tugged my legs apart.
“I’ve been thinking—”
The trill of my phone cut him off, and he looked at my nightstand and then back at me.
“Who’s calling you at this hour?” he asked as he stood and grabbed the phone, the playfulness of just seconds ago gone as if it had never existed, his face set in an intractable mask as he stared down at the screen. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was jealous. The independent woman in me recoiled, but the rest of me found the thought of dangerous, sexy Sorin being jealous an undeniable turn-on.
“This isn’t Fawn’s number. Another of your friends?” he said, eyes flat, mouth turned down as he assessed me.
I gulped, heart fluttering as he stared at me, coldly, silently daring me to contradict him.
Sexy or not though, I wouldn’t just roll over and let him steamroll me. So, finding some of the bluster that had momentarily fled, I stood and said, “None of your business, Dad.”
He stepped closer, eyes not leaving mine. “I don’t share, Esther,” he said, voice low.
My stupid phone chose that time to ring again. “Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath, looking away from his searing gaze.
He grabbed my chin and turned my head until I faced him again.
“Ladies shouldn’t swear,” he said.
“Who said I was a fucking lady?”
His expression darkened further, his jaw clenching with a tick I’d recognized as a sure sign of his anger, though I’d never seen it quite this intense. The phone buzzed yet again, and I reached for it, but he again held it out of my reach.
Sorin swiped the screen and lifted the phone to his ear. “It would be good if you never called this number again,” he said and then he hung up.
I reached for the phone, tried to pry it from his hand, but the effort was futile.
“Sorin, you have no right—”
“Shut up, Esther,” he said.
I slammed my mouth closed before I had even processed his words. And for the first time in a very long while, I felt a tingle of fear.
Desire, too, like always.
But I tried to focus on the fear as he turned me and pushed me down on the bed, gripped my hips and pulled me to me knees. I tried even harder when I heard the snick of his zipper lowering, but when he stood behind me, the hot hardness of his cock pressing against my ass, doing so got more difficult and then completely impossible at the first touch of his satin-smooth skin against my pussy.
And my body completely betrayed when he stroked inside me, his hardness spreading me, his hands tight on my hips, his strong, sure thrusts bending my body to his will.