I frown in disappointment when I see he’s already replaced the mask, but honestly, I don’t think I’d care if he kept his face hidden forever. If he keeps doing to me what he just did, I’d be perfectly fine with that.
“I’ve never done that before,” I admit, cheeks flaming.
“I know,” the man says matter-of-factly. “Evan can’t do half of the things I can to make you feel good.”
It’s so fucking weird that he knows that. I don’t even know how he knows that, but I don’t bother to ask. It will only make him stalking me that much weirder.
Despite what I thought earlier, Iama little curious to know who he is.
Chewing on my bottom lip, I ask, “Who are you?”
The man cocks his head as he studies my face. “You already know me, little flower.”
What does that mean?
I’m not sure, but a feeling of dread fills my stomach, and I finally break out of the haze I’m in. Lunchbox is barking incessantly and sounds like he’s trying to break out of his cage; with all the screaming I was doing, he probably thinks I’m in danger. Sensing the change in my demeanor, the man lets go of me so I can get Lunchbox.
“Am I scaring you?” he asks from behind me.
I jump and turn around, clutching Lunchbox close to my chest. He nuzzles into my neck like he always does, but it’s still tender from those bites.
God, I hope I have enough makeup to cover up the bruises I know will form soon.
“N-no, you’re just…” I swallow and gesture from his head to his feet. “There’s so much of you, and…”
“And?” he presses.
“You’re really…” I chew on my bottom lip as I search for the right word. “Intense.”
That’s an understatement.
Obviously, I can’t see his face beneath the mask, but I just know he’s smirking like a cocky bastard underneath it.
I roll my eyes, but I’m still so aroused by him. If it weren’t for Lunchbox practically having a panic attack right now, I’d rip all of his clothes off and do every dirty thing I’ve thought about doing to him for the past six months. If what he just did to me was an indication of how much he wants me, I can only imagine what will happen when we finally have sex.
The man looks down at Lunchbox and chuckles. “Maybe I should go.”
With one last lingering look, he gently cups my face with one of his massive hands and strokes my cheek with his thumb, smearing my release on my cheek.
“Can I text you later?” I ask quickly as he walks to the backdoor.
Way to not seem desperate, Essence.
He stops with his hand on the doorknob and turns to look back at me. “Of course, flower. I’ll be waiting.”
After he closes the door behind him, I lean against the kitchen counter and take a deep breath. Lunchbox pants against me, then he sniffs my cheek.
“I smell like sex,” I say apologetically as I walk back towards the stairs. “I know it’s not a scent you’re familiar with,” I add sarcastically.
I let another man finger me, and now I’m going to have to try hard as hell to keep it from Evan.
Now we’re in some messy territory.
CHAPTER 13
DANTE
It takesa great amount of restraint to keep from turning back around and fucking Essence right there in the living room, but it takes an even greater amount of discipline to keep walking down the street to my truck when I really just want to go back up into the tree and watch my flower for the rest of the night.
