Page 50 of Torrid Love
Rod moves closer and deliberately brushes his body against mine. There’s no hiding what’s going on here. “Feel that?”
“Mother of God.”
“That’s right.” He’s sporting a devilish grin as he grinds against me with more resolve.
This is usually the moment when I enter fight-or-flight mode, but instead of panicking, I tilt my hips forward, pressing close against him and feeling every hard ridge of his impressive erection against my stomach. “You’re so incredibly hard.” I don’t recognize the raspy voice that escapes my lips.
Rod grabs my chin, forcing our eyes to lock. “It’s all for you, baby.”
That’s a lot to handle.
I lower my gaze in an attempt to break the bewitching trance he has me under. “God, Rod.”
“The way you say my name is sexy as fuck, Dom.”
“You shouldn’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“Because…”I might get addicted to your words.“What are we doing?”
“Just one more kiss,” he bargains.
“One more kiss?”
“Let’s get it out of the way––flush it out of our systems. Maybe last night was just a fluke. Maybe this thing between us is a passing infatuation.”
“What if one more kiss isn’t enough?” The words fly out of my mouth before I can catch them.
Goosebumps pebble along my skin as he studies me, his searing gaze traveling down to my breasts before returning to my face. One corner of his mouth lifts, and triumph morphs his gorgeous features. “Then you tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, sweet Dom.” He pauses. Holding my stare hostage, he adds, “But I warn you, this time, I’ll want more than one kiss. Are you up for the challenge?”
I swallow hard, my mind spinning fast.
Can I handle more? Can I handle a demigod like Roderick Wolfe?
I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit I’d give up an organ to feel as safe as I did yesterday in his strong arms.
“One night,” I say. “I don’t want to become your fuck buddy.”
God save me if I want more after tonight.
“Agreed, but for the record, you’d never be a fuck buddy.”
I laugh quietly, shaking my head. “You don’t date, Rod. You fuck,” I remind him.
He opens his mouth to say something, but changes his mind.
It’s not like he can deny it. That’s who he is.
A few beats pass and we’re still staring at each other.
“One night and we can go back to being best friends,” he finally says.
I nod.
I don’t know if either of us believe the lie, but when he lowers his head and captures my lips in a blazing kiss, all thoughts escape me.
Rod pushes my lips apart and when I taste his tongue, my pussy clenches so hard I dig my fingernails in his forearm for fear I might come. He doesn’t just kiss me. He takes full ownership of my mouth. Of my soul. To my astonishment, I match his passionate fervor. Our tongues dance wildly and I let out a litany of small mewls of pleasure in response. I thought I was greedy last night, but now I’m unleashed. I drink him up like a woman who hasn’t had a sip of water in weeks. Nothing so far in my life compares to this.
