Chapter Ten
Esme
I felt him behind me, and I knew he was going to pull one of his favored “grab me by the arm and kiss me” moves.
So I decided to act first.
I spun around and waited for him to reach me. It took all of ten seconds, and our lips clashed in the downpour of rain.
He groaned into my mouth, and I was greedy for every sound he made.
I’d been frustrated and stupidly self-conscious that he didn’t want me once I became available to him, but the way he was kissing me suggested otherwise. Dorian wanted me badly—very badly.
“You’re not going with Liam anywhere,” he growled while his fingers gripped my waist, pulling me tighter to his body.
“I’m not your pet, I can do what I want.” I moaned as his mouth moved down my neck and back up to my lips.
Inches from connecting again, he spoke against my mouth.
“You’re wrong.” He pressed his lips hard to mine, punishing me for voicing my thoughts. My hands wrapped around his neck, snaking my fingers through his soaked hair while we ravished each other’s mouths. Well, I was in the mood now. In fact, I was more than in the mood. I was on fire for him.
“My apartment,” I mumbled, wanting to feel him against me immediately.
“I won’t be gentle,” he warned. I didn’t care. I didn’t know what kind of man Dorian would be in bed, but I knew he wouldn’t be the sweet, make-love type of guy. I was expecting lots of hard fucking. Twist my arm a little, but I was okay with that. Did anyone ever turn down a hard fuck session? No. The answer was no.
“I never asked for gentle.”
With those words out in the air between us, he pulled back and gestured for me to lead the way.
The short walk up to my apartment was agonizing. We kept our hands to ourselves, and I don’t know why he didn’t touch me, but I knew my reason was because I wouldn’t stop for the rest of the night. I was done with this fight between us; I wanted to feel our bodies move together and let him use me.
I unlocked my apartment and turned around to face him.
“You better not be a bad lay.” I don’t know why I said it—maybe to feel stronger, like this was nothing to me besides sex. And it was just that, but somewhere deep in my stomach I felt that flutter.
“The worst.” He smirked and reached out to push back some of the soaked hair that was plastered to my face. The touch was surprisingly soft, but I knew it wouldn’t last.
We stood there for what seemed like forever before I moved into my apartment, and he followed, closing the door behind him.
With our gazes locked on each other, one by one we started taking off our wet clothes until both of us were bare. Only then did our stare roam over what was right in front of our eyes.
Oh my God.
God.
Dorian was a god.
There was nothing but hard muscle and smooth skin that covered every dip and bump. Heat blossomed over my body, knowing that that man was going to be touching me.
“Get on the bed, Esme,” he ordered, and my eyes flew up to his. The smirk that was on his face at the door was gone now. This man looked like he was barely holding on and might snap at any minute.
Feeling like a dangerous woman, I turned around and slowly crawled up the bed with my ass in the air, a perfect tease for his eyes.
I heard him growl, and I smiled. Yes, teasing him was quite amusing.
When I turned around, settling in nicely against the pillows, I waited to see what he was going to do with me. I was his prize, after all. He wanted to fuck the curiosity out of his system, so he would probably get right to it. I was ready.
Slowly, just as I had done, he reached the bed and moved toward me, his hands skimming my legs, moving up and splaying against my hips.
