“What are we doing now?” I murmur, my voice barely flowing out.
He looks over his shoulder, spots the light switch, and taps it to kill the ceiling lights.
The only illumination in the room is the under-cabinet lighting.
A soft glow spreads across his face.
“You’ll let me do everything I want to do to you, and you won’t regret it.”
A shudder of awareness sweeps through me, a tide of tension soaring through my body.
“What do you want to do to me?” I murmur, my eyes locked on him.
A soft smile tilts his lips as if he’s gotten what he wanted.
4
GEMMA
“What do you usually like?”he says, sliding his hands on either side of me and caging me in.
Tough question.
He tilts his head, his breath fanning over my chest as he most likely studies my nipples.
They’re hard like bullets.
“Tell me, uh…. What’s your name?”
“Gemma,” I murmur.
“Tell me, Gemma.”
I suck in a troubled breath.
“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” I say.
“You wanna bet?”
A couple of seconds pass, and I abruptly spin to pull away from him when his arms lock around me, keeping me in place.
The feeling of him against me is intoxicating.
I draw still, my heart jumping up and down, struggling to break free.
He slides his hand under my chin and tilts my face up.
“You’re more than ready,” he whispers against my lips, and I know deep down inside I’m flirting with disaster.
And yet, I want his strong masculine scent all over me, his fierce gaze to alter my chemistry, and his unabashed confidence to sweep me away.
“But I’m not…” I say.
I haven’t even brushed my hair.
Haven’t planned to do any of this.
Not to say, I showered two hours ago.