Page 40 of Torrid Passion
“A man who’s wanted to corrupt you in the filthiest ways since Paris.”
Wait. What?
No way.
I’m sure he’s pulling my leg.
“Naughty Loki, bad boy extraordinaire, has been thinking of little ol’ me when there are women at every corner vying for his attention?”And affection?
I know it’s a bit of a dig, but it’s my only ammunition.
I need to keep a straight head.
It’s one thing to have a secret crush, it’s a whole other to find out it might be mutual.
“Kyla, I’m not a saint. I’ve been with a few women—”
“The celebrity papers and websites suggest you’ve been witha lot.”
“I’m not going to deny it. A lot of those photos are for show––great PR for whomever is accompanying me and for my studio. It doesn’t always lead to more. When it comes to the women I’ve been with… most, I don’t remember their names—”
“You don’t?”
“No. I don’t make it a point to remember. I never see them more than once. Twice at most.”
“Wow.”
“Trust me, they’re not looking for Mr. Forever.”
“I see.”
“But you’re different, Kyla.”
“Am I?”
“I already know you’ll be memorable.”
“Because you already know me,” I quip.
“No. Because I can’t think of another woman I’ve wanted for so long without allowing myself to have her. Do you know how many times I wanted to fly to New York to find you after I came back from Paris?”
“No way!”
Oh, my God he’s been thinking of me the way I’ve been thinking of him?
“Your friendship with Harlow has always been a barrier. That and the fact I didn’t know if it was mutual.”
“Oh.”
“But now, I find out you like me, like me… a lot,” he grins from ear to ear.
I can’t help but do the same. “Maybe I revealed too much?”
“I’m glad you did.” He pauses. His expression turns serious. “If our near kiss in Paris had me pining for you for the past three years, I can only imagine what state I’ll be in after knowing how good it is to lose myself between your legs.”
My eyes go wide. “God, Loki…”
Although the air-conditioning is keeping the room at a cool temperature, I’m heating up so badly, I feel like I’m about to combust. I was doing a half decent job keeping the emotions I’ve bottled up for so long contained, but his revelation is like breaking the dam to a raging river. My pussy throbs so much, it’s pulsating.
