Page 63 of Torrid Love
I’m astounded by his bold promise.
“No one’s ever done that before,” I say.
If he doesn’t grin like a fool.
Crap.
That was supposed to be my inner voice.
“No one’s ever marked you?”
I shoot him a sly smile, but don’t answer.
“I like knowing I’ll be your first.” That comes out in a deep rasp.
“Why are youstill dressed, Wolfe?I feel incredibly vulnerable here.” I move the spotlight away from me.
“You want me naked, baby?”
“You’ve already seen every part—”
“And now you want to see what you’ll be getting?”
Yes, I’m dying to cast my eyes on your sexy body.“It’s only fair. What happens if I have buyer’s remorse?”
Rod cracks up.
“You’re doing this to throw me off my game.”
“I’m doing this because I’m nervous as hell.”
“Don’t be. You’re in good hands.”
“So you say.”
We both smile at each other.
Rod gets off the bed,toes off his expensive shoes and peels his socks offbefore stripping out of histailored black pants. His shirt receives the same treatment.In a flash, he goes from sophisticated businessman to inked bad boy. He has this uncanny ability to move fluidly between both worlds.
Damn him.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him shirtless or in his boxer briefs. Back in the day, I toured with him and his bandmates across the country. I’m no ingénue to Rod’s body, but I was always a spectator. Now, I’m a willing participant.
He bends down, pulling his boxer briefs with him. When he straightens back up, hismagnificentcock stands proud. I suck in a breath, completely mesmerized by his impressive length and generous girth.His striking physique and his size put the few guys I’ve been with to shame.
Wow, wow and wow!
He fists his cock, and looks down at me in all his naked gorgeousness, stroking his veiny mightiness in his hand.
So many firsts tonight.
I just stare, unable topeel my eyes away. His well-defined V muscle looks like a master artist sculptured it with precision. The line of dark hair that extends like a path from his bellybutton down to his cock is so inviting to ogle shamelessly at his cock. I’m completely transfixed by the dark purple head. It screams of raw, feral hunger.
Is there any part of him that’s imperfect?
“Now you’re the one making me feel vulnerable.” His voice puts an end to my lustful inspection.
“Like that’s even possible.”
