Page 110 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I
I nod impatiently.
“I’ll pull out.”
“Okay.”
“But you will get on the pill soon. Got it?”
I nod.
He wraps his hand around his shaft.My goodness—look how big he is.I grab his strong shoulders and hold on tight, bracing myself. Our hazy gazes connect. Slowly and with restraint, his cock stretches me. I pull him to me. His chest is against mine as his manhood strokes my heat, moving in all kinds of ways—circling, pumping, jabbing—and when he touches the part that makes me cry out, he stimulates it until…
“Come on, baby. I need you to…”
I scream as I do what he needs me to do.
“Ohh,” Hercules grunts and shivers as he pulls out of me and cups his hands around his cock.
The tingling inside me hasn’t subsided before my stomach roars like an angry lion.
I press my hands over my face, embarrassed. “Oh my God.”
Hercules chuckles as he wraps his arms around me and guides me on top of him.Gosh, he’s so strong.The ease with which he handles me is so sexy.
“It’s fine. Your body’s having a natural biological reaction to needing food.” He plants a quick, soft kiss on my lips. “I promised you dinner. And I’m the only one who’s been eating.”
I laugh. It's still pretty surreal that I'm in the presence of Hercules Valentine as he makes a joke. I probably shouldn't get used to being so casual with him. It won't last.
He cups his large hand around my chin and cheek. “Hey,” he says sympathetically. “Is everything okay?”
I could get lost staring into his eyes.Tell him now, Paisley. Tell him before it goes on too long and becomes too late.
“I don’t have food in the refrigerator.” I couldn’t say it for fear that if I did, this moment—our night—would end abruptly.
“No food?” he asks.
“I mean, I have sandwiches from Monday that are probably the source of that awful smell in the fridge. I was going to go shopping this weekend. I do cook sometimes. Well, a lot.” I grunt, frustrated at further embarrassing myself. I just don’t want him to think I’m still a high school kid who has rich parents and can’t fend for herself. But as far as he knows, he never knew me back then.
“Come on. I’ll take you to dinner.”
Hercules helps me to my feet. My legs are like jelly when we stand face-to-face. I’m certain that we’ll leave soon. But first, our mouths devour each other with deep, sweeping strokes of our tongues in an extensive lust-rousing kiss.
Somethingelse I can hardly believe…
I’m riding shotgun alongside Hercules Valentine. The inside of his SUV smells like him. I think I can pick out his scent in a crowded room.
Raindrops pelt the windshield, and a sultry French song plays in the background. I’m not surprised by his taste in music. Hercules has always been unique.
“Your music’s sexy,” I remark.
He steals a glance in my direction. “So are you.”
I look down at my lap, blushing. That was another surreal moment—Hercules Valentine just said I was sexy.
“I wanted to take you to an all-night deli in your neighborhood, but it’s too close to the job. So…”
“So someone might see us. Good call,” I say.
His eyebrows are pinched when he glances at me again. “Does being out in public with me make you nervous?”
