Page 39 of Striking Heat
He stops my ramble by grabbing my face and placing his lips on mine.
I don’t know what to do at first. His lips are so soft and tentative, like they’re questioning their actions right now. My lips move of their own accord, slowly moving along with his, parting just a bit so that his tongue can slip in. I moan and he moves so that he can pull me into him. My knees fall and my body follows. I’m pressed up against him, and I arch my back like I’m trying to get even closer to him. Our tongues are battling for dominance; he wins, though, and starts moving our bodies like he’s going to lay me down. It’s then that I come to my senses.
Pulling back, I’m panting and breathless. “Wow.” The words escape my mouth before I realize it, but it really was wow. He’s a great kisser. I enjoyed it—probably more than I should have. I’ve been attracted to the man since I saw him. It’s a shame I hate forty percent of the words that come out of his mouth.
“I’ll take that wow as a compliment,” he says with a snicker.
“Oh, come on, you’ve felt it too.” I stare him down and dare him to admit otherwise.
He nods. “I did. And I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”
“Ever since John asked me to put my phone number into his phone so that he can take me to dinner?” I tease him.
He shakes his head. “I don’t think he’s a good guy for you.”
“You just don’t like that he’s interested in me, because whetheror not you want to admit it, there are things you would like to do to me,” I say in a low, sultry voice. I lean into him so that our chests are almost touching. “And you wouldn’t be alone in that.”
He smiles, his body and mouth moving closer to mine, his lips slowly parting like he’s going to lean in and kiss me. “Come home with me.”
I move back just a bit so that I can really look at him. “What? Are you asking me to come home with you?”
Running a hand down my arm, he says, “I would like to take you home with me. And I think you would like it too. Work off some of that stress you’re feeling.”
I want to say no; it’s on the tip of my tongue, but something else comes out. “Let’s do it. Take me home.”
A wide smile breaks out on his face, like he’s just won the lottery. “I think we should go right now, before you change your mind.”
Danny springs to his feet and grabs for my hand, pulling me to mine. I giggle and he pulls me into him and places a kiss on my lips. “You won’t regret it.”
Those are the only words he says to me while leading me to his smooth black ride. Inside his black Tesla, we ride in silence. The night is quiet and so is his car. Not a sound comes from us or the car as he leads me through the Tampa streets. It’s almost like we’re both afraid to talk because we think it might ruin the moment—or make one of us come to our senses.
We make it to his house faster than I thought we would. He has a rancher in a nice-looking neighborhood. I don’t get much of a look at the inside, though, because he leads me straight into his bedroom, dropping my hand so that he can close the door.
“Do you have roommates?” I ask him when the door clicks closed.
“No,” he replies, looking at the closed door. He shrugs and stalks toward me.
I walk backward until my legs hit the cold wood of the bed frame. I lean back into it.
“Wanna hop up?” he asks.
I do as he asks and pull myself up and over the frame so that I’m sitting on his bed, legs draped over the edge. I run a hand over the softness of the black comforter. He’s smiling at me. I wait to see what he’ll do next, but I don’t have to wait for long. He pulls his fist up over his head to reveal a toned swimmer’s body, grabbing at his shirt as he moves. I grin at the sight of him.
He tosses the shirt over his head and goes for the button of his jeans.
“Are you trying to leave me with nothing to do?” I ask him, my voice coming out bolder than I feel in this moment.
He chuckles. “I’m not worried about you unwrapping me. I want to unwrap you.” He discards his jeans and stalks over to me in his black boxer briefs. There’s very little light in the room, and I wish I could see more of his toned, defined body. I’m going to have to let my hands do more of the exploring than my eyes.
Climbing onto the bed, Danny backs me up so that I’m sitting at the head of his bed. I want to take a moment to look at my surroundings, but the most delectable man is crawling my way. He grabs my ankle and pulls me so that I’m lying in the center. I yelp in surprise.
Danny’s mouth covers mine, and he kisses me as his hands explore my body. He runs them along my jawline, down my neck, and across my shoulder, stopping at my breasts to give one a squeeze. I moan at his kiss and touches. I lift my hips, wishing he would place the weight of his body on me. Instead, he’s hovering over me, one hand roaming my body while the other balances his weight.
His free hand works the button of my shorts and pulls them down slowly. His eyes snap to mine when he notices that I’m not wearing any underwear. I’m bare for him.
“Holy shit,” he breathes out.
The smell of my arousal is filling the room. I’m so turned on by this man. He’s got a body that looks like it’s been chiseled from stone and hands that are doing deliciously dirty things to me.
