Page 3 of A Merry Invitation
It was her turn to lick her lips because it was the only thing she could do when she obviously couldn’t cross the room and lick him instead. “Why?” she asked.
“Aww, come on now, gorgeous. We’ve been eye-fuckin’ each other for weeks. Every time you stepped onto that stage you looked for me and I was right there waiting for you.” He stood, closed the space between them and traced a finger along the line of her jaw. “I got tired of waiting. I’m ready for the real thing.”
That entire statement should’ve been considered raunchy and offensive by any normal person. But who really had the authority to state what “normal” was. Hell, Willow had been creating her own version of “normal” all her life, determined to always walk her own path, sing her own tune and dance to whichever rhythm was playing in her mind at the time. At present, that rhythm was a sultry lewd ballad that dared her body to press into his with what she knew would be the first steps in a hot and heavy dance.
She didn’t do that, of course, but that didn’t stop the heat drumming through her veins at his touch. And the way he was staring at her. His lids had lowered but desire still glittered in his dark eyes. His lips were parted slightly and his body was so damn close it was almost suffocating.
“Tired of waiting, so you’re ready to eye-fuck me close-up?” Because he couldn’t be talking about what she thought he was talking about.
This isn’t something that happened to her often. Was it something that happened to other women often? Did fine ass men really walk up to women and say they wanted to fuck them?
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile so sexy it should’ve been illegal for causing unexpected pregnancy. “Tired of waiting to fuck you,” he replied. “That’s why I sent you the invitation for tonight.”
Well damn, she was tired of waiting to fuck him too, but wait…what?
“You sent that invitation?”
His finger had begun tracing a titillating line down the side of her neck then and one of his brows arched as he paused and lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Yes. Well, I sent it to your agent, once I found out who that was.”
Now, she had to swallow because her body was singing one tune while her mind was trying to grapple with the lyrics of another. “You invited me here to sing tonight,” she said and then dragged her tongue slowly over her bottom lip. “Because you want to fuck me.”
He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and let out a low moan. “Yes. I do.”
Welp!That answered her question about whether fine ass men were just out here telling women they wanted to fuck them. Now, the question was, what was going to be her response to that bold declaration and the sensual power it poured into her?
His lips were of medium thickness, suckable and probably masterful. And if she were being totally honest with herself, she could do worse than to climb up on this beautiful man, but she still had questions. Blame that on her police officer father who’d retired as a highly decorated investigator.
“Michaela didn’t mention anything about you inviting me,” she said trying hard not to notice he’d resumed the enticing journey of his finger along her skin, and also not telling him to stop moving his damn fingers over her obviously overly sensitive skin. “I mean, when she called, she said there was an invitation to sing at a party that Titus Tremaine would also be attending. So, obviously, I jumped at the opportunity. I had no idea you would be here. Or who you are actually.” She should’ve led with that last comment because she certainly wasn’t going to sleep with a guy whose name she didn’t even know.
But you’re definitely having sex with his fine ass after you get his name.
That thought fluttered through her mind like a bright red banner.
He pulled his finger away from her slowly and she immediately missed the touch. He took a step back and crossed his arms over that broad chest. “Titus Tremaine,” he said and tilted his head. “The name sounds familiar.”
“Omega Records is only one of the biggest record labels for Hip Hop and R&B artists and that’s all thanks to Titus, so yeah, his name should sound familiar.” His name was on the top of the list she and Michaela had come up with to get her music in front of a year ago when she’d signed with the Agbara Agency.
Now, he nodded. “Definitely heard of Omega. A buddy of mine writes for a few of their artists.”
“Okay, so you somehow knew Titus was going to be at this party and you’d heard me sing, so you invited me. Well, I guess I should thank you.” Even though now she was feeling a little crestfallen because this wasn’t the meeting and eventual contract offer with Titus she’d imagined when Big Sexy had come to get her.
“I don’t want your gratitude,” he said, his intense gaze landing on her again. Well, his gaze actually moved from her face, down to her breasts that she knew were displaying a good amount of cleavage thanks to the indecently low plunge of the gown she wore, past the curve of her hips and then slowly back up to her face again before he whispered, “I. Want. You.”
CHAPTER3
Her British accent was heavy and sexy as fuck. Every word she said rolling off those gorgeous lips to stroke him into a state of non-stop arousal. So, it wasn’t just her singing that mesmerized him. It was her voice period. And her beautifully smooth skin, the color of churned butter. Her cute little mouth, those lips painted a bright dick-sucking red, hazel eyes that had looked darker when she stood on stage, but now that she was just a breath away from him were a kaleidoscope of green, brown and yellow.
He’d already given up on trying to contain his brick hard dick, and for the last fifteen minutes had simply been attempting to at least hold on to a shred of the manners his mother had taught him. If he were strictly operating off the level of arousal this woman inspired in him, he would’ve had her dress around her waist and his shaft buried inside her three seconds after she walked into this room.
“Now that we’ve gotten the details out of the way,” he said and dropped his arms to step toward her again.
But she held up her hands to stop him, her palms landing on his chest. Heat spread through him instantly, unlike the barely restrained disgust when Elora had basically tweaked his nipple earlier.Damn.No, this was a quick punch of lust that settled in his already alert groin area and he gritted his teeth to keep from moaning. He’d already moaned once when his gaze had dropped to her lips and she’d licked them as if she could somehow read his mind. He’d not only wanted to see her tongue, but he wanted it on him, as well as her mouth and her hands.
“Your name,” she said, a slight hitch in her tone.
So, she was just as bothered as he was. He’d known he was on point in sending that invite. Theyhadbeen eye-fucking each other for weeks. Hell, those two nights out of the week had started to be the high point of the seven-day stretch for him. He’d thought about her almost every second in the five days he didn’t see her and on the days he knew exactly where she’d be, his heart had hammered in his chest, a semi-hard erection keeping him company throughout the day until he could get back to Encore, in that chair watching her switch her pretty fuckin’ ass onto that stage.
“Slay,” he told her and continued moving forward.
