Page 8 of Exactly What I Needed
“You want to know my name?” I was confused. Wasn’t I simply a conquest for him?
“Obviously. You’re not just some object that I want to fuck. You are a person.”
Silence slipped between us as I stared. I wasn’t more than just someone he was sexually attracted to, but I also wasn’t just a random notch on his belt to him. If I told him my name, would it make things too personal? No, he would eventually forget it. This was a means to make me feel comfortable so he could get what he wanted. Like every man wanted. It had to be.
And for tonight, I was okay with that. I was willingly participating because I, too, wanted the same thing he did.
“Cosette,” I whispered.
He nodded once, slowly. Everything in me spun with anticipation. A rich desire to tell him exactly how I wanted things. To ask him to show me things I’d never experienced.
Could I ask him? I spent so much of my life trying to be in control, trying to hide. For one night, letting someone else take the reins would be a relief, right? But I didn’t want my pleasure to be thrown out the windowsimply because I wasn’t the one in control. The risk, the chance I was about to take, would determine whether or not my gut instinct was right.
“Stop being polite. Please,” I quietly asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper.
But he’d heard. His brows lifted, and a wicked grin spread across his lips.
My heart raced, my chest lifting faster and faster as he stalked predatorily towards me. His hand suddenly wrapped around my neck, and he tilted my chin up with a single thumb.
“You’re mine for tonight. Understand?” he growled, and my knees narrowly gave out on me. A low ache began pulsing between my legs.
“Yes,” I whispered, and he pushed us a step toward the wall.
“Pick a safe word,” he purred, an inch away from my mouth.
“Uh… I don’t know…um…muse.”Why the hell would I—
And his lips fused against mine. I couldn’t gasp while his fingers tightened around my throat, and he slammed his body into me, every inch of his well-endowed length pressed between my legs. He wrapped his free hand around my ass, lifting me from the ground, and shoved my back against the wall.
Every inch of me was screaming in delight. On fire. A carnal side of me rising from deep within as my pleasure rushed into his hands. I would definitely not be leaving in a couple hours.
Chapter 4
Igroaned lightly, rolling over onto my side. Blinking the haze of sleep from my eyes, my hand slid across warm skin. Jerking it back, I paused, confused. Until the events of last night rushed back into my head.
Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I smiled to myself. Oh, how dirty those thoughts were. Memories of his mouth not just on my lips but between my legs, ravishing me, flashed through my head. He had literally drooled when I’d finally spread them apart and he’d been able to have what he wanted to eat. The feeling of him touching every inch of my still-naked body sent shivers through me.
How strange that I’d felt fully trusting to let him do as he pleased, even when it was something I’d never done before. He hadn’t hurt me once—well, not in a way I hadn’t wanted.
Though now, my body ached. I was extremely sore down there, even though he’d spent a lot of time on my aftercare. Since when did men treat women like that? If he forgot me after I left this morning, fine by me. Ihadn’t once felt used, no matter how domineering he’d been. Even if we hadn’t done much more than several rounds of mind-blowing sex.
However, the little we had talked before falling asleep, exhausted, I would cherish. The sound of his laugh would be permanently etched upon my brain.
Sighing, I brushed some of his hair from his face.
He was lying on his belly, sound asleep beside me. He was the one and only man I’d ever found attractive with tattoos. It wasn’t something my parents were particularly fond of, which is why I kept my own line tattoo of a flower running up my spine a secret from them. He’d loved it, even ran his tongue across it several times last night while once again being buried inside me from behind.
My fingers gently traced across many of his designs that were all over his back. I was surprised to have found that while his pecs had been covered by ink, only one side of his ribcage had art. One thigh was covered, and then the opposite calf finished off his designs. He did say he would eventually get more, but he was so focused on his music right now, it wasn’t at the forefront of his priorities.
I learned he knew how to play guitar and piano along with singing, which only made me find him more attractive. In a moment of confidence, I told him he would have to teach me how to play the guitar, and he’d actually agreed. Though I knew it was merely a courtesy.
Sighing, I leaned forward and placed a kiss against his forehead. This was goodbye.
The sun was barely breaking the horizon, casting a soft rose-colored glow throughout the room. I slipped quietly from the sheets and grabbedmy pants that were carelessly tossed to the floor. Scrounging around as silently as I could, I began to panic.
I found my top, my phone, my cowgirl boots, even both of my socks, but not my thong. This was not happening. And I knew the longer I fumbled around his hotel room, the more likely he would wake up before I was gone.
Groaning internally, I pulled my jeans on, commando—giving up the fruitless search for my small lacy thong that had disappeared completely. Once I was dressed, I shoved my phone in my pocket and tiptoed out of the room in my socks.
