Page 162 of The Invite
But the sly smirk on his mouth keeps my hand rooted to my side.
He doesn’t miss all the drooling I’ve done since I opened my door.
“Done having your fill, honey?” he purrs, closing my gaping mouth with a fingertip underneath my chin.
No. Not at all.
The soft pet name shouldn’t belong on those full lips and they certainly shouldn’t sound like an angel welcoming you into heaven.
Only to turn out to be a trap luring you straight into the gates of hell.
I swallow before answering. “Umm… mhmm.”
His pupils darken a fraction. “Don’t make that sound or I’ll fuck you right here on this porch. I don’t think your pussy can handle a third round, nor do we want to give your neighbor a show.”
“Because it’s exclusive to your paid subscribers only?” Shit. That totally came out as a taunt.
“Are you jealous?”
Nope. A taunt would’ve been better. “It’s none of my business what you do in your free time.”
“So, you wouldn’t care if I fucked someone else?”
“Do you want to?” I counter.
“I’ve been your shadow since you came into my life, Nessa. What do you think?” His tone is as cool as the breeze in the air, but I sense the harsh possessiveness.
I glance away from the intensity of his confession.
He captures my chin and brings it back toward him. “I’m not interested in fucking anyone but you.” Dropping his hand, he mutters, “For the record, I haven’t slept with the women I’ve recorded videos with. I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
I hate the rush of relief that courses down my spine. “Like I said, it’s not my business.”
“Then make it.”
I gasp at the command, full of heat and longing.
“If you’re finished ogling me, can I take you to dinner?”
“Are you asking me?” I tease dryly, yet again stunned by him.
“Jesus!” He shakes his head, exasperated, and grumbles, “Fuck being a gentleman.”
Seizing my wrist, he tugs me over the threshold, but I stop him. “Wait. Let me grab my jacket.”
“Don’t worry about it. The weather is warm.”
“What if it gets cold?”
“You can wear mine.”
“At least let me lock up.”
He finally halts. “Two minutes.”
I rush into the house, grab the keys, and lock the front door. Spinning around, I meet him at the porch stairs. He’s staring at me funny.
“What?” I ask.
