Page 9 of Yearning For Her

He turned his head, and those entrancing eyes captured hers. His lips curled into a slow, sinful smile. “I’m offering you the best night of your life, Violet. Pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. What better way to put him behind you?”

Her eyes widened. “You… Are you telling me you want to have sex with me?”

“No, I’m telling you I’m going to have sex with you.” The glint in his gaze was almost irresistible. “You can’t pretend it’s not what you want.”

Tingles spread over her skin, and a fresh swell of unbidden heat suffused her, blazing in her core. The image his words provoked—his long, wicked fingers trailing over her, those sensuous lips tasting her bare skin, and his strong, lean body nestled between her thighs—made her pussy clench and her breasts ache.

Yes, I want it.

Damn it, Willow, snap out of it!

“I don’t even know your name,” she said.

“Kian. Feel free to cry it out as often as you’d like. Yours?”

Blushing, she replied, “Willow.”

“Willow.” His deep, lilting voice caressed her name, flowing through her like a melody not heard but felt, resonating in her heart. “Tonight, you’re my Willow.”

She glanced around. There were a few people walking on the bridge, but no one paid her or Kian any mind. She’d never been propositioned like this before, and she never would’ve dreamed of accepting.

It wasn’t like Willow didn’t enjoy sex. She loved it, reveled in it. But sex meant something to her. It was an intimate connection between two people, a sharing of something deep and significant. It was as close as two people could possibly become physically, mentally, and spiritually.

So why was she tempted by this stranger?

Kian lifted his hand from the railing and turned his body toward her. His finger hooked under her chin, and the tip of his pointed nail rasped along the underside of her jaw. “Let me help you forget him, if only for tonight. I’ll leave room for nothing but pleasure.” He bent forward until their noses were nearly touching. “Let me take away the pain.”

Willow searched his eyes. This close, she could see glitter-like specks of color in them, sparkling blues and silver. They were so beautiful, so mesmerizing…

Let me take away the pain.

She pressed her lips together against the rush of hurt that threatened to resurface—Eli’s lies, his secrets, his betrayal.

Let me take away the pain.

Willow didn’t want to think about Eli, didn’t want to think about what had happened or what he had done. She didn’t want to think about how her hopes for a shared future had been dashed so abruptly. She didn’t want to feel this way anymore.

She just wanted to…forget. If only for tonight.

Then give in, Willow. A night of pleasure, no strings attached. A night for…yourself.

Willow drew in a shaky breath. Reaching up, she closed her fingers around Kian’s wrist and nodded. “Yes.”

Three

A maelstrom of emotions swarmed through Willow as she stepped through the door of the hotel room—anxiety, fear, uncertainty, curiosity, anticipation, desire. She couldn’t pin down which was most prominent.

Maybe that was a good thing? That confused jumble was…well, it was kind of exciting, wasn’t it? This was unlike anything she’d ever done, unlike anything she ever thought she’d do. But here she was, in a rented room, intending to have sex with a man she didn’t know.

Willow’s gaze landed on the single king size bed in the center of the room, over which fell the soft, golden orange light of the lamp on the nightstand.

I’m about to have sex with a complete stranger.

Oh my God, what am I doing?

The door closed behind her, and she started, spinning to face Kian.

His eyes narrowed, sliding down to her feet and then back up, so, so slowly, until he met her gaze. The corner of his mouth was raised in that devilish smirk that should’ve been alarming considering the situation—she was alone in a hotel room with a stranger. A tall, gorgeous man who had gone from ‘rough night?’ to ‘I’m fucking you tonight’ in a matter of moments.

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