Page 220 of Torrid Passion
Big Stallion.
I smile as I flashback to our first steamy night at the Quintus Hotel––the first night he rocked my world.
I turn, searching the room.
Where are you hiding, Big Stallion?
I could be stubborn and search every room in this suite until I find him, but the sooner I comply, the sooner he’ll be inside me.
Game on!
I sit on the bed and lift the blindfold to my face before settling it over my eyes. Darkness falls around me.
“I’m ready!” I shout.
Nothing.
“I followed your orders. I’m ready to play,” I say a little louder.
I squeeze my eyes tight and listen for any sign of him.
“And you followed them well.”
Loki’s voice startles me.
“You’re here?” I whisper.
Finally.
I hear him cross the room towards me.
He’s close now.
I can smell his expensive cologne.
Without even touching me, his warmth envelops me.
“I am, gorgeous,” his voice is as smooth as the finest cognac. “I saw you arrive earlier… you took my breath away. Every man in that room was checking you out, eating you up with their eyes, envious they wouldn’t be the ones to sink their hungry cocks between your slick lips. The second they caught a glimpse of your collar and my name hanging from your neck, they knew you already belonged to someone else. I’m the only one who gets the privilege of fucking you.”
“Yes,” I pant, nodding my head in small jerky motions. “I belong to you.”
“Damn right you do.”
A shiver of lust runs through me.
I feel the mattress sink next to me. His shoulder presses against mine.
Yes!
“What’s that smile?” he murmurs.
“It’s silly.”
“Try me.”
“We’retouching. It’s the little things that are so hard to live without––like kissing you, touching you… our legs intertwined while you flip through your iPad and I flip through mine on a lazy Sunday morning.”
I’m sure in time, I won’t miss him as much when he’s away on a business trip, but since we’ve been living together for only a month, not having him near me for a week felt like an eternity.
