Page 53 of The House Guest
He inched closer. “The only woman I want to take home and fuck is the one I live with.”
My heart nearly leaped out of my chest.Holy shit.
He placed the back of his hand against my cheek. “I couldn’t even tell you what color her eyes were.”
Without warning, I closed my eyes, turned away from him, and panted, “What color aremyeyes?”
His breath danced over my cheek as he answered, “Neither blue nor green…aquamarine.”
I opened my eyes as I remembered what he’d written on that restaurant bill. “Oh my God. The note.”
“Now you get it.” His mouth curved into a smile. “Your eyes are the most beautiful I’ve ever looked into. Aquamarine with the tiniest speckles of gold, actually, in a certain light. I’ve been transfixed from the very beginning. You’veownedme from day one, whether you knew it or not.” Dorian shook his head. “I’ve tried sohard not to cross the line with you. But seeing another man so much as brush up against you tonight made me feral.”
I swallowed. “I felt the same way seeing you with someone.”
“I should’ve broken his fucking neck for disrespecting you.” He looked down at my body. “Why did you have to look so sexy tonight? These fucking leather pants. You had mereallywanting a tequila shot.”
When I realized what he meant, my body tingled. I could practically feel his tongue on me all over again. “If I’d known you liked leather, I would’ve pulled these out a long time ago.”
Silence filled the air as he looked at me. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
“Fuck it…” He closed the space between us, taking my mouth with his. He groaned, low and deep, vibrating down my throat.
Oh. My. God.His lips felt better than I could’ve imagined. Hetastedbetter than I could’ve imagined. Thisnightwas better than I could’ve imagined.
“You’ve wanted me to lose control for a long time, haven’t you?” As his hands cradled my face, he nudged my mouth open with his eager tongue. “Well, this is me losing it.”
I could practically taste the desperation. Raking my fingers through the shiny black hair I’d always longed to touch, I closed my eyes and wondered if I was dreaming.
Dorian’s hands lowered to my ass. He squeezed and muttered over my lips, “These fucking leather pants. They make me want to fuck you so hard.”
He circled his tongue around mine as I felt the heat of his rock-hard cock at my groin.
Then he stepped back. His chest heaved.
Please don’t stop.
He looked at me hazily as he reached for my hand and pulled me toward the stairway. I’d never climbed so fast. It felt like we flew upstairs. I followed him to his room, realizing the dogs were nowhere to be found.
When the door shut behind us, Dorian lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his torso. Our mouths met again, brought together by what felt like magnetic force as his erection throbbed beneath me. Dorian spun around and moved us closer to the bed. A second later, I felt my back bounce against the mattress. Then Dorian was on top of me, ravaging my neck. An unintelligible sound escaped me as I relished the feel of his mouth on my skin.
I stretched my legs wide to make room for him. Dorian kissed down the length of my body before reaching to unsnap my pants.
“Is this okay?” he murmured.
I nodded eagerly and uttered an incoherent sound.
The next several seconds were a blur. Clothes flew everywhere as our bodies rubbed desperately against one another until we were skin to skin. When he knelt over me, I got the first look at his beautiful, hard cock. He lowered himself as the tip dripped precum on my stomach. I grew wetter than I could ever remember.
As the muscles between my legs throbbed, I clawed at his back, and he spread my legs apart. A moment later, Dorian stilled as he looked down at me and caressed my face.
“Do you want me inside of you, Primrose?”
I had to smile at that direct question, paired with the vulnerability in his eyes.As if there’s any doubt.Ianswered by reaching up and pulling his lips against mine. That was almost immediately followed by the burn of him entering me.
Fuck.
His body shuddered. Dorian moved his thick shaft in and out of me. When he pushed harder, I gasped, unable to fathom how sex had never felt like this before, so raw and powerful. That tender question he’d asked to request permission was the last gentle part. Much to my thrill, Dorian fucked me relentlessly, his low groans matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I lifted my hips, wanting him deeper inside me. There was no such thing as deep enough, given how long I’d waited for this.
