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I promised myself I never would.
But here’s the thing, it may be past midnight, but I’m still wearing my glass slippers, and the ocean-blue eyes staring down at me are making me dizzy with need.
I don’t lust over men. Until the incident in the elevator, I couldn’t spell the word.
I’m too levelheaded for that, but here I am.
Lustful and desirous.
I can laugh at Phoebe as much as I want, but right now, my pussy is fluttering-palpitating-pulsating-quivering-throbbing so much, I’m this close to coming.
The ride in Beckett’s pricey sports car to my sublet is excruciating. We don’t say much, but the complicit side gazes we exchange speak volumes. Same goes for that sexy smile stretching his lips.
“You haven’t changed your mind?” he asks, cutting the engine of his sports car.
I can play it two ways tonight. I can retreat to my usual MO and spend the night alone, or I can let one of LA’s most notorious bachelor playboys have his wicked way with me.
I shake my head. “No. I still want this.” I want you.
Fire lights his eyes.
“I would’ve been thoroughly disappointed if you didn’t.”
“I’m sure my sublet isn’t what you’re used to—”
“I’m not coming up to your place for the décor. I’m coming up for you!” He taps the tip of my nose.
We ride the elevator from the guest parking lot up to my apartment in silence.
I’m so nervous, I wouldn’t know what to say, anyway. Not to mention, the wetness pooling between my legs renders me speechless.
No man has ever had this kind of hold on me before.
I barely have time to lock the door and turn on a few lights when Beckett has me spinning around. My back lands against the door. His hands come to rest on either side of my head, making me his hostage. His willing hostage.
“I’m going to enjoy getting to know my new friend,” he says.
The flames burning from his blue eyes, his roughened breathing and the overwhelming nearness of his tall, hard body is too much to handle. My back arches against the door, drawing his gaze down to my breasts and back up to my eyes.
My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe.
I can’t believe he’s looking at me this way.
I swallow as he edges closer, my throat suddenly dry.
“I don’t want this to come across the wrong way… but I need to know. Are you a virgin?”
“No, I’m not…”
“I’m listening,” he says.
“I’m really flattered, Beckett, but I…” I hesitate again. “I’m sure I don’t have the same level of experience as the women you’ve been with.”
“Experience means you know more tricks. It doesn’t make me want you more, and it does zilch in terms of attraction. I don’t think I’m wrong in assuming our attraction for each other is pretty explosive.”
I avert my gaze.
Beckett places two fingers underneath my chin, forcing my attention back to him. His eyes bore into mine, making me feel naked. “I expect an answer, Arianne.”
