Page 20 of Heart's Masquerade

She stabbed the key in the lock and almost snapped it off as she tried to get inside quickly. Talk about nosy. From the day she moved in, her neighbor acted like it was her duty to voice her opinion on everything Jaz did. Jaz didn’t cuss people out because she usually just didn’t get that angry, but Glenda was asking for it.

Torrian followed her into the apartment and paused at the edge of her tiny living room. She bit her lip, remembering too late that the place looked a mess with a laundry basket of clean but not yet folded clothes in the corner and other items strewn here and there. She rushed across the room to snatch up the basket at least. “Sorry about the mess. Please, have a seat and ignore the Amazon boxes. They’re my sister’s.”

From her bedroom where she shoved the basket inside the closet, she could easily hear his voice. “Your sister live with you?”

She walked back out and took his hand to pull him toward the couch. He followed slowly. “No. She has issues with overspending and hasn’t told him she bought that stuff yet. I know I shouldn’t cover for her, but heck, Yasmine has covered for me plenty of times.”

His eyebrow rose. “Is she covering for you tonight?”

They stood together in front of the couch, and she couldn’t resist touching him. His abs were tight and hard. Her fingers rose and fell over the ridges and valleys, making her temperature climb. He needed to get the sweater off now. “What do you mean?”

“Your neighbor’s comment. I don’t want to jump to conclusions.”

She pressed close to him and dipped her head back. Torrian lowered his head and kissed her lips. She moaned into his mouth, and when he raised his head, she explained. “My ex and I were on again off again. We were done for good a while ago, but he kept chasing me. I think after Rhashon threw him out of the center today, he gets it. Nosy as Glenda is, she probably knows all of this, including the tossing-out-on-his-ass part.”

She stepped out of his arms and noted the swell in his jeans. Her mouth watered, but she forced her gaze to meet his.

“You have to decide if you believe me.”

“I do.”

She grinned. “Little man talking or you?”

He chuckled. “Both. Come back, please.” He held out his hand, and she drifted into his arms. She liked how gentle he was, both in his touch and his words. Goose bumps popped out on her skin. She was starting to like him more and more. Torrian ran a hand down her back and pressed lightly to mold her to him. “I don’t have a woman in my life right now. I haven’t had a girlfriend in a while. A casual lover a couple months ago. Never a wife.”

“Hmm, I don’t even hear a cringe in that last declaration,” she joked.

He grinned and lowered his mouth to hers again, as if he couldn’t hold back. “You are so beautiful, Jazara. Your mouth is delicious. I can’t stop kissing you.”

“Don’t,” she murmured.

He traced kisses down her throat and sucked at the skin there. Her pussy clenched, but he moved away again. “I’m clean. I’ve been tested, but I’ll wear p

rotection of course.”

“Me too. Clean, I mean, and I’m on the pill.” She winked. “So we’re doing this, right? Because I’ve got to touch you.”

He glanced down at her arms entwined around his neck. “I thought you were.”

She placed her hand where she really wanted it, squeezing his cock and loving the hardness. Through his jeans, she couldn’t be sure of the size, but man oh man he was stiff. She resisted the urge to rip open the button and tear down the zipper.

“You’re not shy,” he said. “I’m so ready, baby.”

“So am I.” She dropped the reservations and pinched open the button on his jeans. His cock twitched, and she almost cried out in anticipation. They both worked the zipper down, both grinning like idiots. His cock pushed against his boxers once his jeans were out of the way, and Jaz panted. Oh, yes, thick! She gave him another squeeze. He covered her hand, keeping it there and captured her lips. For a few moments, the only sound in the room was their low moans as their tongues danced together and the smack of their mouths coming together, parting, and touching again. All the while, Torrian guided her hand up and down his length, made her squeeze, and then ease the pressure. He pushed her fingers lower inside the jeans until she reached his ball sac. With gentle movements, she stroked him. He groaned in her mouth.

“Touch me as much as you want,” he said.

“I want to see it.” She backed off, waiting.

He tore out of his jacket and tossed it on the couch. She watched in fascination as he crossed his arms over his waist and tugged the sweater above his head. With the revelation of his belly, her knees gave, and she sank onto the edge of the couch. His chiseled abs were like a male model’s or a bodybuilder. She’d dated plenty of guys with nice bodies. Hell, Allen’s wasn’t bad at all, but he couldn’t light a candle to Torrian.

On impulse she leaned forward and licked the spot next to his navel. A deep breath brought in a sort of coconut scent, and she moaned. “Damn, are you a stripper, Torrian? Last time I smelled that scent, Yasmine and I were at a male review.”

His eyes danced in amusement when she looked up at him. “No, I crunch numbers.”

“You are so not a CPA.”

“I can’t be a nerd?”

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