His lips crush mine, and I barely register the relief that he has stopped my rambling excuses. His tongue fills my mouth, and I stand on tiptoes, wrap my arms around his neck, and return his kisses. I taste brandy, the expensive kind. I breathe in hiscitrussy scent until I forget the stained clothes. I feel the bulge in his pants pressing into my abdomen.
“Give me one good reason why you can’t stay, Remy,” he murmurs against my lips.
“My dorm room.”
“It’s summer and you lost your keys.” His kisses drift along my jawline and down to my neck. “Too late to find a locksmith.”
“Ariel… my roommate…”
“Text her. Tell her that you’re stuck at work, and you expect it to be a long night.”
“A long night?”
He smiles. When he speaks his voice is husky. “Sure, I’m stuck here too.”
I furrow my brow. He lives here.
“Or tell her that you’ve received an offer you can’t refuse.”
My head is spinning. I can’t keep up with how quickly this is moving. “What offer would that be?”
“Me, Remy. All of me if that’s what you want.”
Jesus fuck I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. “I want.”
“That’s settled then. You’re staying here with me.”
He scoops me into his arms as easily as picking up a baby and carries me to the bed. He lays me down, removes his suit jacket and shoes, and stretches out beside me, unhooking the waistcoat buttons before I even realize what he’s doing. It’s such a simplegesture, taking off his shoes, that it makes me want to wrap my arms around him and hold him until he falls asleep.
Only my body has other ideas.
I watch him freeing my shirt buttons with concentration in his green eyes, and I can’t help smiling. The situation is so surreal, so outrageously unbelievable, that I’m starting to think that someone spiked my bottle of water and I’m having weird hallucinations. Any moment now, I’ll wake up on the bathroom floor in a puddle of my own drool.
“Do you want me to stop?” His fingers hover over my exposed bra. Not touching, but close enough for me to feel his warmth.
I acknowledge the tingling between my legs and the butterflies in my core. I haven’t felt anything like this since… Well, ever.
“No.” I grab his hand and tuck it inside my shirt and over my breast.
He smiles. “You want to skip the foreplay?”
Shit. I thought foreplay was for shy teenagers still in the fumbling around phase. George didn’t bother with it once we were in a relationship. And why the fuck am I lettinghiminto my head when I’m in bed with a literal adonis? He’ll ruin everything, even if this is all a dream.
The fizzing in my core is telling me that Bash will be good at foreplay. “No.” On the other hand, perhaps we should skip straight to the part where he’s inside me before I wake up. “Yes.”
A low chuckle erupts from him, and I feel the vibrations in my chest. “Are you always so indecisive?”
“Are you always so intense?”
His lips brush mine, kitten soft. “Only when something is worth a hundred percent of my attention.”
“Is that a chat-up line?” God, what is wrong with me? Lesson one in how to kill the vibe right there.
“Have we met before?That’s a chat-up line. I asked for an angel and the universe sent you. Corny, but I guess it might work in certain situations.”
I’m giggling now. “And I got a Band-Aid instead.”
“And an antiseptic wipe. Please don’t overlook the part where I cleaned the wound on your hand. It’s integral to the story.”
