Page 135 of Chandelier Enthralled
I eased away from her. “What was that for?”
She looked surprised. “You kissed me.”
“No.” I blinked at her. “You pulled me in here and started kissing me.”
She caressed her mouth. “You seem to want to believe that.”
Confused and a little concerned I’d be the one accused of instigating this, I hesitated and then said, “I apologize.”
“You should.”
God, had I just…?
Willa cupped my face with her gentle hands and then she bit my lower lip, causing a rush of pleasure to my core, an intense arousal that made me feel alive. She gave me a flirty smile.
No, that was very much coming from her. These were mixed signals and shaky boundaries.
Again, I was about to cross a serious line.
Still, I had enough willpower to resist this beauty.
But then Willa once again grazed my lower lip with her teeth in a sharp, possessive bite. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through me; a primal surge of arousal that made my cock twinge. My hand moved to her thigh, and I raised her silky hem. Then I let it drop.
I needed to withdraw from this space quickly like she was a live wire.
“That time was definitely you,” I said.
“I know. I was trying to make you feel better.”
That made me grin. God, she could be adorable.
I rested my forehead against hers, breathless, trying not to succumb to this magnetic pull to take her in here, because it would be easy to pull aside her panties and bury myself inside her.
Then slam into her with the scorching desire this moment deserved. No, she’d probably not like that; she yearned for slow and steady lovemaking, for gentleness, for pleasure, that’s what I sensed.
“Tell me you’re okay,” I said softly.
She leaned in and rested her head against my chest, letting out a long sigh of contentment, like being reunited meant something, like what we had, though rare, was enough. Her perfume was obscene, not in the rakish sense but in the way it stirred every sense I had into a quiet frenzy.
“Willa,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. “What are you doing here?”
She leaned back to peer up at me. “You took your time.”
“To find you?” I tilted my head, confused.
“I’m here to protect you.”
“From?” I gave a nod in the direction of the bar. “Her?”
“She’s a journalist.”
Hearing it confirmed made me cringe. “How do you know her?”
“Her name’s Chloe. I work with her.”
“Well, I can assure you that I don’t pick up strangers in hotels.”
She smirked. “Just submissives.”
