His answer was definitive.
So masculine.
And I’d never wanted anyone the way I did him.
No names.
No lights.
No method of identification.
Nothing but time spent together behind closed doors.
Two adults. Two primal needs.
The masks would stay on until we were safely tucked away in darkness. The other rules had been laid out over a dirty martini and a dark, commanding conversation at the bar. He was in charge. Of the time and of my body. I was to obey his every need.
The moment seemed as if I’d fallen into a dream except he’d already obtained a room at the five-star hotel.
As he approached with a keycard in hand, there was no doubt about what he was thinking.
He would devour me.
“Champagne is waiting in our suite along with some other treats.” His voice was almost unrecognizable. So deep. So full of lust. “Shall we?” He didn’t hold out his arm. He simply nodded toward the corridor leading to the bank of elevators. Themoment I took my first step toward fulfilling my wildest dream, he placed his hand on the small of my back.
The gesture was as electrifying as it was subtle, proof positive of the man’s need for control in every aspect of his life.
We moved forward together and it seemed to me as if everyone who passed stopped and turned, watching the power couple head toward destiny. How silly of me, but it was almost exciting. More so than I’d experienced in my entire life.
I’d adored a boy once, but he’d been too old for me, a selection my father would never have approved of. Maybe that’s why the darkness and mysteriousness of a stranger was so attractive.
“What are you thinking?” he asked seconds later.
“I’m wondering who you are because everyone does exactly as you ask without question.”
“Mmm… Yes, they do.” He pressed the button on the elevator and slipped the keycard into a slot. This was a private elevator. To a suite. Wow. I could only imagine the cost and for mere hours of enjoyment.
“And why is that?”
He waited until we were safely tucked inside before answering. “Because they know the consequences if they don’t.”
This time, an entirely different shiver coursed down my spine. The man was dangerous.
But not to me.
Only to those who crossed him.
The repeat of our earlier elevator ride was a total aphrodisiac. I was lightheaded, so hungry for the man that when he turned to face me, I was unable to stop my actions, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.
He slowly lowered his head, the deep, dark chuckle another thrill. “You will need to remember your place. I can see I’ll need to remind you.”
His commanding words only added to the moment of need, the hunger increasing with every passing second. I couldn’t worry or be frustrated over his words.
He gripped my face, his fingers digging into my skin.
The possessiveness in the tall, dark, and handsome stranger kept me on an exciting precipice. He wasn’t interested in wasting any additional time before taking what he wanted. With his hold on my chin firm, he lowered his head. “Tonight I will show you passion unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.”
He had no idea how much I hoped that was true.
