Page 11 of Salvatore

“Are you sure?” I keep swaying, the second sweep of my ass brushing against an adamant bulge at his crotch. “Not even if it will lead to us both eventually getting what we want?”

His palm quits the retreating path and instead travels up my stomach, lightly skimming over my aching breasts before harsh calluses brush my sternum. I hold my breath as those delicious fingers encircle my throat and his lips press to my cheek as he says, “Not even if it means I’d get to watch you come all over my dick.”

I whimper.

I can’t help it. The needy sound sings from me.

It takes a few loose screws to be turned on by someone who’s willing to walk away from a sure thing, but I’ve never had this before—a man with unrivaled confidence. One who’s toxic self-assurance sinks under my skin to wreak havoc on my common sense.

I’m used to men who make me cringe in second-hand embarrassment at how quickly they fold to my will.

Not this guy though.

I bet he’d be remarkable in bed. That there’d be no manners, or kindness, or stuttered questions about consent.

“Are you seeing someone?” He scrapes his teeth along my jaw.

I raise a brow, surprised that he’d care. “Do you mean like a hallucination, a therapist, or a lover?”

He nips at my jaw. “A lover.”

“No.” I shake my head because I’m sure my lust-drunk voice no longer contains the octaves to produce sound.

“Good. Because you’re mine.”

Ick. Ick. Ick… That’s how I should react, right?

So why am I all gooey inside and smiling from ear to ear?

That idiotic expression is still firmly glued in place as Allison and Lucia return, my best friend’s gaze narrowing on the man’s grip around my throat.

His hold loosens a second later, the dreamy grasp moving to a more socially acceptable position on my hip.

“Vodka soda.” She hands me a full tumbler, her smile barely contained as she sips on her drink.

“Thanks, Allie.” I shoot her a questioning look and raise my free hand discreetly in front of my waist, giving her a thumbs-up, before switching to thumbs down in a universal question of—is he a worthy conquest?

She rolls her lips together as if fighting an uncontainable grin.

I watch for long heartbeats as she wages war with her composure, her eyes dazzling in the dim light, her cheeks pink with excitement.

Dear Lord. This guy must be super-hot. Top tier. Platinum grade.

I whimper, the sound drowned out by the music thumping through the club. But it’s not as if I need to see the guy to know he’s got killer energy.

The chemistry between us is off the charts.

“Did you get the approval you were looking for?” He nuzzles my neck. “Follow me to the VIP area.”

Damn him and his exquisite cockiness.

There’s no denying I want to let this man run through me. Multiple times. But I don’t want to go somewhere to talk. Right here I have his hands on me, his scent in my lungs, his body warm against mine.

There’s still a risk that this height of epic fantasy will be ruined with a visual. Allison and I have different taste. She prefers pretty boys while I gravitate toward the dark and dangerous.Thank you, childhood trauma.

What I need is for him to seal the perfection with a kiss. To prove that mouth can work me up in ways other than his sinful verbal onslaught.

“I don’t want to leave my friend.” I turn into him, keeping my head bowed so as not to catch a glimpse and break the spell. “Stay with me.” I close my eyes and graze my cheek over the hint of stubble along his jaw, my free hand skimming up the deliciously hard plains of his chest to fist the soft fabric of his button-down. “Please?”

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