Page 107 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I
I called her before I arrived at her building. Parking can be a nightmare, even at this time of night, but I have a blue chip on my front and back bumper, which gives me access to any participating parking garage on the East Coast and West Coast. Luckily, her building grants me access, and I pull into a blue-chip guest spot and turn off my engine.
I sit behind the steering wheel, twisting my neck, trying to loosen up. I still haven't settled on what to do next.Do I confront her or not?I open the door and my feet hit the pavement. I take a series of breaths as I walk to the elevator that takes me up to the lobby. I wish I had the answer already, but I don’t.
I knockon her door and look down at the carpet.Damn.I’m nervous, and I shouldn’t be. I should be infuriated. And I still haven’t decided how to tell her that I know the truth. I have to say something. I’d be betraying my family if I didn’t.
The door opens.
“Hi,” she says in a sweet voice.
Damn. Look at her.
“Hey,” I whisper and then swallow to take the tightness out of my throat.
She smells good.What’s that scent? It’s driving me crazy.On top of that, her cheeks are glowing, and her smile lights up her eyes. I visualize her with her natural big beautiful topaz eyes that contrast her soft red lips. I want to kiss her. But I want to wait until I figure out what I'm going to do about her.
I have to come up with something fast, though. My cock is already at attention.And that red dress she’s wearing…
“Please come in.” She steps back and opens the door wider, giving me space to enter. “I cleaned up the best I could.”
She wants me to notice her apartment, but I can’t look away from her face.Damn… it’s Paisley Grove.
“You look beautiful tonight.” I can’t stop myself from being dragged into her allure.
Her face turns red and her smile even prettier. “Thank you. You too.” She frowns as if she didn’t mean to say that I was beautiful. The embarrassment on her face is a classic Paisley Grove expression. It’s still sort of surreal that after all of these years, I’m standing in front of her. And I could have her. Nobody could get in the way, not her family or mine.
Finally, I let my gaze roam the room. “Your apartment is cozy.” It’s shoebox sized. It has to be pretty uncomfortable for someone who used to live in a mansion in Carnegie Hill.
She views her apartment with admiration. “I like the coziness. It feels like a hug.”
Interesting.Being in the small space with her and this close to her is driving me crazy.
“Come here,” I whisper as I tug her against me. Running may hands down her hips makes my wood turn into steel.
We lock eyes. She’s always had an intensity about her that I found so sexy. Head tilted back, lips parted as her warm breath wafts across my mouth, she’s like putty in my hands.
“Hey,” I whisper.
Paisley Grove
“Hey,” I whisper.
Hercules grips the rounds of my butt with the sort of need that makes me shower my panties with wetness. He still hasn’t kissed me, and I wonder why. He’s behaving very strangely. It’s like he’s holding himself back from taking me and devouring me.
I gasp when he grinds his rock-hard erection against my hood. But other than staring into my dazed eyes, he doesn’t make a profound move on me. And even though every cell of my body bursts into flaming lust, I don’t do anything, either, maybe because I’m afraid. I think I was right earlier—he has me figured out.
“You…” He sighs.
I can’t wait any longer.I grab him by the collar and tug him while directing my mouth toward his.
Surprisingly, he pulls back. His breaths are fast and heavy. Not only am I shocked, but I feel rejected too. His hard cock, the desperate way he took charge of me—I thought my kiss was one of a number of things he wanted from me.
“Sorry.” I try to step back, out of his embrace.
He grasps me tighter. I can’t move an inch. And he’s got me just the way I want him to have me.
His cheek brushes the right and then left side of my face. Back and forth. I’m swimming in a sea of endorphins. His scruff reminds me that the real Hercules Valentine is with me in my apartment and we’re on the verge of engaging in an amazingly pleasurable act.
I breathe heavily. I can’t speak. I can only enjoy our closeness.
