He puts one thick finger on my lower lip. ‘What’s the matter, baby?’
‘You’re crowding me. Can you move, please?’
‘I don’t think so.’
I look up then. His eyes are twinkling with laughter. ‘You think this is funny?’
He grasps my shoulder and a finger grazes my throat like a trail of fire. ‘Not really.’
I train my eyes on his hair. It is so blond it is like spun gold. I want to twine my fingers through it and pull his head down to my mouth. The thought irritates me. I am not sleeping with him ever again.
‘What if I tell you, you’ve been played?’ he purrs.
I jerk my neck away from his touch and look at him suspiciously. ‘By who? You?’
‘You rubbed Ebony’s face in it, and she punished you by pretending we are more than we are.’
I frown. ‘Are you trying to say she doesn’t care you’re fucking me, only that I rubbed her face in it?’
‘Sounds about right.’
‘That sounds like the most unbelievable rubbish, the kind of thing a man would make up to excuse his bad behavior.’
He shrugs. ‘I told you the truth. Believe whatever you want.’
I suddenly remember the movie, Bridget Jones’s Diary. The misunderstanding was entirely caused because the woman the heroine thought was the hero’s girlfriend was actually just a lesbian friend staying over. Once that was cleared up it all ended very nicely.
‘Is Ebony a lesbian?’
He looks at me strangely. ‘No. Why?’
‘Oh.’ That’s that theory laid to rest. ‘If what you say is true why did she turn up at my door in the first place?’
‘You’ll never know now, will you? Since you rubbed her up the wrong way.’
‘You’re both mad.’
‘I’ve been thinking about you today.’
‘I’m not finished talking about Ebony,’ I say pointedly.
‘I am. I don’t want to talk about her. I’m here because you want me and I want you.’
‘Has anyone ever told you, you’re pushy?’
‘No, everyone else thinks I’m charming.’
‘Like James Bond? Smooth charm and brutal purpose?’
He smiles suavely. ‘See, we can agree when we try.’ He puts his hands around me and pulls me close. Our thighs touch.
My belly starts melting like hot chocolate, but with great determination I put a hand to his chest and lean away. Underneath my palm his heartbeat is steady and quick. The man is impossible to resist. ‘I don’t like James Bond,’ I whisper.
‘Are you always so cocky, Miss Black?’
‘Truthful,’ I correct. I look up at him defiantly. His eyes are hungry.
‘I don’t like the look on your face.’
‘Too bad.’
‘We’ll have to do something about changing it.’
‘So now you’re going to force yourself on me?’
‘Force you?’ He laughs. ‘You’re gagging for it,’ he taunts softly, and leans in, crushing me against the wall. His cock strains big, and hard, and hot, actually impressively hot, against my stomach. The thought of that inside me makes my knees go weak. I know he’s about to kiss me, and reason and the rest of the world are about to disappear into a hot haze. My whole existence will be just about him and what he is doing to my body.
I watch with a mixture of horror and fascination as his mouth comes down on mine. The kiss is ferocious. Vicious. Perhaps too vicious. I feel blood on my tongue. But it is exactly what I need. I have spent all day furious with him and myself and this raw, unrelenting kiss was just the perfect antidote to my restless, angry excitement. The heady flavor of his mouth and the scent of him make me spiral off. I suck his tongue hard and wild excitement pumps through me. It is so huge and potent it blocks everything else out.
When he raises his face, I am panting like some lust-crazed sex beast.
‘That’s better,’ he whispers, ‘because you have been tantalizing me for many, many months.’ He inserts a thumb into my mouth and pulls my lower lip down. ‘And making me hard at all hours of the night.’
The tips of my breasts ache and I rub them restlessly against his hard abs. The sensation that then brings makes me want to grab him by his fucking golden locks and yank his mouth down to my nipples so he can suck them.
Clenching his big fist in my hair he tugs my face up at him. His eyes scorch my skin. My mouth parts automatically. Surrender is what he is looking for and surrender is what he is getting in spades. With a triumphant smile he takes his thumb out of my mouth, and barely giving me time to breathe let alone think, swoops down.
If the other kiss had been vicious this one is barely controlled. His tongue pushes in while his cock imitates the movement against my belly. My sex clenches hard. God! I so want to be broken apart by this man it fucking hurts. He cups my ass and lifts me off the ground and slams me into the wall. I curl my legs tightly around him and cross my ankles.