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CHAPTER FIVE
What is thisman doing to me?
It does me no good to repeat it, even inwardly. The whole drive between my shoebox apartment and this mansion that probably has its own zip code, I had a similar—and equally useless—mantra going.
That none of this was going to happen. That none of this could happen. Not. A. Snowball’s. Chance. In. Hell.
But then he happened.
Darian.
In all his effortless beauty. His protective care. His unignorable sensuality. And all of it, directed solely at me…
Why?
The answer doesn’t matter. None of it does now.
For now, for once, I’m choosing to set it all free. To set me free. I’m spread and exposed. Shivering. Clenching.
Trusting.
Oh, yes.
For the very first time in…too damn long.
Letting him look as long as he wants. Letting myself get lost in the etched edges of his face, his cheeks like canyons and his lips still agleam with my cream, as he sprawls his hands to the insides of my thighs.
And pushes.
I gasp and groan.
He dips low…and kisses me there. Right there, directly on the tender button that craves him the most. It pulses, so alive. So electric. So ready to go over for him… But no. He lifts free by an inch. Another.
“No,” I protest between harsh pants. “No! Don’t go!”
I force my gaze to meet his. Oh damn, his eyes. They’re twenty-four carat orgasms, bacchanal and bold, spiking my mind into a fever dream I’ve never known before. Never. If he hooked me up to a lie detector right now, I’d attest it and pass with flying colors.
Colors…
So many of them are fireworks at the edge of my vision, reminding me of the sparks that have now possessed my whole pussy. They flare with more brilliance as Darian curls a sultry smile. Jesus freaking wept. That smile is the key to world peace. I’d lie detector the shit out of that assessment too.
“Oh, my quivering little Quinn.” His voice, so soft but strict, could be the audio narrator for that peace accord. Which is semi-hilarious, because my body is everything except peaceful right now. “How breathtaking you are.”
I whimper as he uses his thumbs to stroke the valleys between my thighs and sex. He’s so close…but not close enough…
“Not your breath I want right now, Mr. Z.”
My sarcasm turns his dark brows into lifted wings. I get another glorious glimpse of his smooth smirk before he rocks back but then up, gifting me with an even better view. The sight of his incredible fingers wrapping around his erect cock.
Oh holy shit, his cock.
Why I’m so stunned by its perfection is a mystery for later. For now, I allow myself the delighted wonder. He’s long but not scarily huge. His crown is a royal shade of purple, and the veins of his swollen stalk are graceful tracks across a landscape of enticing crimson.
But the best thing about the sight is what he’s doing with it. Working himself with twists that are sleek and graceful, and not just paying surface duty to the task. He’s got his whole arm engaged with this, making his muscles pop against a few small tattoos. Not that I’m trying to figure them out, once a big milky drop appears from the slit at the top.
“This?” he queries, again with low and rough mastery. “Perhaps you want this instead, querida?”
I swallow hard but refrain from nodding. No way am I going to miss a moment of this sight. “Well, it’s a very nice start, sir.”
