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“What? Like old?”
He laughs. “No. I’m old. You’re… perfect.”
I scoff. “Do you always talk like that?”
Putting the pot on the counter by the window, I turn to him and gulp as I find him standing right behind me. I lift my gaze to his, and am immediately caught in the depth of his dark eyes. I’m falling into that void. I know it, and it scares me. I know I’ll get burned, but I don’t know if I can stop it.
“Talk like what?”
“Like you always get what you want.”
He licks his lips and regards me. He’s a full head taller than I am, twice as wide, and right now he’s got me pinned against the counter. I have no escape. My heart tries to beat its way out of my chest, the air between us thick and heady.
“Do I get what I want?”
“What do you want?” My knees get weak from my own question, and I hold my breath.
“I want… to take you to bed so I don’t lose you forever.” He leans in and plants a kiss on my neck. Goosebumps race across my chest and my nipples harden in an instant. Another kiss, higher up. And another. When he reaches my ear, he cups my face and straightens. His eyes are pitch black, even though I know they’re a warm brown. It’s like he sucks all light out of the room.
I try to laugh, but it comes out as a gasp.
“Let me take care of you, Kerry.”
“I—”
“What are you afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid,” I say. Too fast.
He laughs. “You’ve got that deer in the headlights-vibe again. Do I worry you?”
To my own surprise, I nod. His eyebrows fly up.
“Why? Do you think I’m gonna hurt you?”
I let out an embarrassed laugh and shake my head. “Of course not. Do you uhm… want some wine? Or something?”
He takes a step back, leaving me some room to catch my breath. “I want something, but it’s not wine.”
His deep voice shoots a spike of need right to my pussy. My panties are soaked, and I swear he can smell it on me. He takes my hand.
“Stop with the act, Kerry. What if tonight was your last night on earth? How would you wanna go out? What would you do?”
“I would want you to touch me,” I whisper, trembling.
He reaches out, his hands descending on my shoulders, but then they just hover there, building heat between us. He follows the contour of my shoulders, my arms. I expect his touch and when it doesn’t happen, I let out a groan. He lets his hands fall.
“Take off your pants.”
I have a pair of soft, gray pants on, not what I had imagined I’d wear the next time we met. Never breaking eye contact, I pull them past my hips and step out of them. His eyes darken several shades and I swear I hear a low growl. I suddenly feel too naked in my tank top and panties. Naked and vulnerable. I take a step back. He follows. He lifts his hand and brushes his thumb over my nipple, turning it into a hard peak.
“Tell me you want me.”
I swallow hard. “I want you.”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“No.”
