“Don’t worry.” A wicked smirk teased his lips. He leaned closer still, forcing my body to arch back, pushing my breasts up. My eyes dropped to his lips, a breath away from mine. “I enjoy every morsel before I swallow and trust me,” my gaze flicked up to meet his, “that will include your pussy too. Only, I don’t chew, sweetheart, I bite.”
I gasped. The vivid visual screamed ‘get the fuck out of there.’ Yet, for some stupid reason, I couldn’t move. “Why are you here?”
“To give you a heart.”
“Excuse me?”
He dipped his hand into his pocket. “You dropped your heart at Dr. Landers’ rooms.” He opened his palm, revealing my gold chain.
My eyes widened. “Gosh, I wondered where I’d left it.”
I reached out a hand to take it and he closed his before it disappeared into the pocket of his pants. My gaze dropped. The only way to get the chain back was to slide my hand into his pocket. Eyeing the defined erection bulging the front of his pants, I was sure he’d love my hand fishing around in his pocket.
“You only get it back if I can put it on.”
“Are you that desperate to touch me,” I scoffed, secretly hoping I could act natural if he insisted?
“Absolutely.” His lips curled in a carnal smile like it was the most obvious answer.
“Fine.” Turning away, I swept my open off my neck to lie over one shoulder. He took a step forward. Conscious of the heat his proximity emitted, I fought to ignore the awareness, but my hammering heart proved otherwise. When nothing happened, I glanced over my shoulder. “Having second thoughts?” I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing but it was his darkened gaze that told me he was just as affected at the notion of him touching me as I was. I turned away and bowed my head. A second later, he reached over me. His warm breath stirred a tendril of hair on my neck. The chain was a link to my past, of that I was sure. If wasn’t I would’ve told him to keep it. The second his fingers touched my nape, I nearly choked on my tongue, regretting my decision. Every nerve in my body tingled, breathing life into my body. His fingers brushed over my skin as he fumbled with the clasp. Goosebumps littered my skin forcing out a rushed exhale my lungs couldn’t retain.
“Done.” Before I could move away, his hands slid down my arms in a delicious slow massage. “Matters of the heart, sweetheart, are inexplicable. You never know when you lose it,” he whispered into my neck.
“What would anyone do with such a little heart anyway?” I murmured, distracted by the heat of his grip on my arms.
“Wear it around his neck and keep it close to his heart.” His throaty chuckle had the fine hairs at my nape standing to attention.
Without thinking I tipped my head, giving him access. He let out a low growl, nibbling his way up to my ear and bit the soft lobe before dragging his tongue back down and sucking on my shoulder. My mind on a sensory overload I barely noticed when his hands skimmed my waist, around my stomach and climbed up to cup my breasts. His fingers rolled over my nipples, hardening them to tight buds. I couldn’t stop the soft whimper and thrust my hips back into his hard cock, shocking my body.
He groaned. “Say the word, and I’ll fuck you over every piece of furniture in this room.”
I jerked away, gulping at having thought the same thing earlier while irritated that my skin was burning from his touch. We stared at each other, our uneven breathing in perfect sync. How was I so easily swayed by a man I didn’t know? I was usually so adept at keeping to myself. “What do you want from me?” the words slipped out huskier than I intended.
Despite my backbone making me deceptively taller, I still had to look up at him. Hooded eyes, the only evidence of his arousal, studied me “You already know what I want.”
I shifted under his appraisal. “Do you always get what you want?”
“Yes,” came the quick reply.
“Have you ever gotten a knee to the balls then?” I suppressed a grin.
He threw back his head in a guttural laugh. “My balls have met other parts of the body, never a knee, though.”
“Yet.”
He cocked a brow. “I don’t think kneeing my balls would bring you as much pleasure as you on your knees sucking them.”
Stunned, my eyes widened. “God, you’re crass.”
“I did try being nice, it didn’t work.”
“Nice? So you resort to being an ass.”
“If that’s what it takes to get you interested.”
“Why?”
“I’m intrigued.”
