“I don’t think it would ever be something I would get used to.”
I wave a hand through the air. “Things become matter of fact.”
“And that’s the issue,” she says, sounding sad. “We forget the worth of things…of people.”
Incapable of resisting her, I pull her to me by the back of her neck, and she crashes into my chest. I feel her heart beating wildly, or maybe it’s mine. I don’t know.
Lowering my forehead onto hers, I whisper above her lips, “What is it about you?”
Only an inch separates me from diving into euphoria masked as madness.
She doesn’t push me away. Maybe she feels this strange thing too, whatever the fuck it is, driving me insane. Here I thought nothing could astound me, yet she was hurled my way like a curveball to teach me some humility.
“You tell me,” she breathes out.
A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth, and I brush my nose against her cheek. “Sure you want to play the seduction game with me?”
“It might be my only chance to do so…”
I feel my brows furrowing. “That sounds like no fun.”
She sighs. “Fun, what is that?”
Not that I would know, but I would like to show her all the things that could be fun.
“You smell so good.” She gulps and looks up at me.
I need to see all of her, unravel and discover her, or I will go mad. This concept of instant gratification is a foreign one to me, since I’ve practiced patience my entire life.
I cup her cheeks and push up her mask an inch, giving her the time to stop me.
She sucks in a breath, staring at me with her enchanting eyes, bespelling me. It must be witchcraft. I am in deep trouble if that’s my logical explanation for what is transpiring between us.
I reveal her face, and her beauty hits me square in the chest so that I forget to think straight.
“I want you,” I say in a guttural voice, ringing with unfiltered desire.
Even though my craving goes deeper than the physical. It’s something I can’t name but need to figure out or face insanity.
She licks her lips, the gesture stirring a longing in my groin that twitches with raw need. “You always get what you want, don’t you?”
I nod, incapable of stringing together a coherent sentence. “I’ve never craved something as much as I crave you.” The sincerity in my voice unbalances me. I don’t recognize myself. The so-called king of deception being truthful for the first time in his life.
A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “For a night.”
“For a night.”
Something crosses her eyes before she looks back at the skyline. “I might not be the woman you think I am.”
“All I think of is how beautiful you are and that I want you.”
“I’m a virgin, and I only kissed Dario,” she blurts out, her eyes widening.
This woman is too pure—too good for me.
She’s about to move when my grip on her tightens.
If I were a better man, I would tell her not to waste her first time on a man like me. All I care about is having her and erasing the fucker’s memory. My kiss will replace his. So even if he had her first kiss, mine will be the one she remembers from now on.
