Page 72 of Soulmates

Having her in my space, the place I felt most at home, looking so much like she belonged here, was doing strange things to the organ in my chest.

I let go of her foot abruptly. My heart wasn’t supposed to play any part in this game. I couldn’t fall for her. That wasn’t an option. I’d seen how well that went for Nathaniel last year. Sure, it worked out for him in the end, but he was the exception. I wasn’t willing to bet my halo on being given the same pardon.

“Sam?”

I grabbed Siren’s wrist and yanked her up, crashing my lips to hers. She didn’t hesitate, opening for me. Her free hand went to my hair, holding us together. And I took everything she was willing to give, burying myself in her intoxicating kisses.

When we were both breathing hard, I pulled back. My fingers were still wrapped around her wrist, and it took almost no effort to lead her out of the dining room and into the living room.

Her eyes skated over the overstuffed couches, the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the back wall, the green rug under the marble coffee table, the tall narrow bookshelf, the desk I never used. Her gaze flicked back to me, and I wondered what she was thinking. Did she notice the way the rooms got progressively darker as we moved deeper into the apartment?

“You were right about the windows,” she said.

Her free arm moved to block her chest. Interesting. She hadn’t seemed to mind being topless with me, but stick her in a room with a couple of windows and she suddenly cared about modesty.

I turned her to face me and cupped her cheek with my free hand. “I’m going to give you a choice. We can stay here, get rid of the rest of our clothes”—I flicked a switch and plunged the room into darkness, or at least dark for her and any other set of human eyes who chose to look toward my window—“and fuck in the dark.”

“Or?” she whispered.

“Or we go to my bedroom and I’ll introduce you to some of my dark fantasies when it comes to you. But if we go to my room, there won’t be any hiding in the dark.”

I’d designed Youngblood around darkness, with shadowed alcoves and colors that sucked the light away, but I didn’t want to be with Siren in the dark. I wanted her to be able to see me as clearly as I could see her, to know exactly who she was with. I also wanted her to know that I was seeing her, something she wouldn’t realize if we were in the dark because she didn’t know what I was or what I could do.

“What’s it going to be, Siren?” I murmured, searching her face for any signs that this deal was going further than she wanted it to.

“Your room.”

It was probably a good thing she couldn’t see the expression on my face, because I was fairly sure I was looking at her like she was mine to devour and destroy.

I led her down a short hallway, past the bathroom door, and into my room.

Like the living room, my bedroom was lit by lamps set to turn on and off with a single switch. Unlike the living room, there were curtains on the windows in here.

I left Siren in the doorway while I closed those curtains before coming back and turning the lights on.

She blinked in the sudden brightness for a few seconds before looking around the room with wide eyes. I was pretty sure my room was typical for a human male living alone, except perhaps for my preference for black wood.

I moved so I was standing behind her, my arms looping around her waist. “Last chance to back out,” I murmured in her ear. “I only want you if you want me too.”

She leaned into me, her head falling back against my shoulder. “I’m not backing out.”

My fingers inched down to the button on her jeans, and I could hear her breathing getting shallower when I flicked it open.

“Take them off,” I said, backing away and leaning against the papered wall to watch her.

She stumbled slightly at the loss of my body at her back but recovered quickly. She turned to face me, her eyes never leaving mine as she inched the denim over her hips and down her long legs until she stood in nothing but a pair of black panties.

I took in all her smooth skin and perfect, womanly curves while my cock strained against my pants. My gorgeous little temptress. She didn’t try to hide herself from me, but there was something vulnerable in her expression, like she didn’t know how alluring she really was.

Pushing off the wall, I advanced on her, backing her up until the backs of her legs hit the foot of my bed. Her soft gasp as she fell back against the mattress made my cock pulse. This game was as much a torture for me as for her, but I refused to tip my hand and show her how desperate I was to be inside her.

I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them off in one motion, leaving her bare in the middle of my bed.

“Sam.” She said my name like a plea.

“I believe the agreement was that I could do whatever I wanted to you,” I reminded her. “You don’t get to call the shots tonight.” I didn’t miss the fact that I saidtonight, like there would be more nights. Nights that Iwouldlet her call the shots.

Still standing at the foot of the bed, I stripped off my shirt, enjoying the way her eyes darkened with desire as her gaze roamed over my chest. She didn’t leave me any doubt that she wanted this just as much as I did.

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