Page 121 of He Should Be Mine
Two more kicks. There is plaster all over my shoes but I could not care less.
Dario crawls through the huge hole he just made. He stands up in my closet and brushes plaster dust off his hair.
Then he steps into my room.
“My, my, Duckling, that’s a hell of a way to come out of the closet,” I quip.
He is not laughing. He isn’t even smiling, and I don’t mind at all because he is striding towards me with fire in his eyes.
He reaches for me and I go to him. I jump up into his arms. Into safety. Into home. Into the only place I want to be.
My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck. My lips attack him.
Now he is kissing me, fully, passionately, deeply. His hands are on my ass, supporting and holding me easily. I only wish the cloth of the skirt was not in the way. I want to feel his skin on mine. Flesh against flesh.
My body is pressed closely against his broad chest. The reality is a million times better than all of my fantasies. He is warm and solid and real. My lungs are full of his scent.
A sound escapes me. A needy, whiny whimper. I’m not even embarrassed. I want Dario to know exactly what I am feeling. I need him and I want him to hear it.
His hands tighten on my ass. His kiss intensifies. His tongue slides even deeper into me.
Oh lord, there is no saving me now. I’m going to let Dario do every single unholy thing to me and it’s going to feel like rapture.
Dario moves. He is carrying me towards the bed. Holding me as if I am something precious.
I break our kiss with a gasp. “No! Fuck me like this, or against the wall.”
His eyes are so very dark. “I’m going to blow you first.”
“What?”
The corners of his eyes crinkle. He chuckles. “Your face.”
I pout at him. “Well, excuse me for being surprised, Mr. Was-in-the-closet.”
In-denial guys usually take a while to warm up to touching man-parts. But I should have known that Dario would be different.
He smiles. Then he leans in. His soft lips nuzzle against my neck. The sensation shoots through every part of me. My eyes flutter closed and my head falls back. This is pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
“So, am I putting you on the floor or on the bed to blow you?” his voice rumbles right into my own chest.
It takes a moment for the words to coalesce and make sense.
“What?” I slur.
I open my eyes. The beauty of his grin takes my breath away.
“I’m going to suck your pretty little cock until you scream my name, but I can’t kneel because of my knee. So, are you lying on the bed or on the floor?”
“Bed,” I squeak.
Who’s Rick? Never heard of him. Never going to think of him again. Dario deserves to be comfortable and that’s the only thing that matters.
The soft mattress meets my back. Dario has lain me down so carefully, so tenderly, that I’m not even dizzy from the change of position.
He slides down my body. He lifts up my short skirt. He moans when he sees I’m not wearing any underwear.
I suck in a gasp of oxygen. My skin is tingling, hyperaware, sensitive. I can feel everything. Anticipation most of all.
