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He finishes his drink and puts the glass back on the bartop where it rattles loudly just as I take several steps to the door, only to squeal in surprise when my back connects with the glass and Florian cages me in once again.
He rests his arm above my head and his domineering presence shoots the earlier heat right back up and thousands of goose bumps break on my skin when he glides his finger from my stomach to my collarbone. “Would you want to?” His voice drops to a hushed whisper and it’s such a contrast compared to his usual tone that it instantly envelops me in heat and lust.
Licking my dry lips, I ask, “Would I want what?”
“To do something with someone.”
Our gazes clash and the air hitches in my throat at the desire filling his eyes that hold so many promises, and my curious nature wishes to discover them all.
Clearly my virginity is not a problem for him.
It’s wrong what he offers. I shouldn’t indulge him in his fantasies and besides, he wants someone else.
Not me. Not Jimena, his best friend’s little sister.
Just a random redhead he met at the club and didn’t mind bringing her to the room he has never used before.
As ironic as it is, I hate the image I’ve created because she has what I never will.
Florian’s attention and desire.
But…
If I walk away now, I will never get the chance to have my first time with him. Never know what it is like to experience having his body next to mine.
It’s deceiving and unfair because he’d never choose me or want me, and I should be ashamed.
“If you want, you can go. I won’t stop you.” A raspy breath slips past my lips as he places his palm on my collarbone and skims it upward, gently wrapping around my throat as his thumb brushes against my wildly beating pulse. My heart gallops inside my chest so much, it’s a wonder it doesn’t jump out of me and lets Florian see how much it loves him. “Or you can stay and discover what true lust entails.” His thumb glides upward and presses on my chin. “The choice is yours, princess.” He sways closer to me and I bump my ass into the door, my hands clenching his shirt, and I’m not sure what I’m trying to do.
To keep him close or push him away to escape with my sanity and heart intact.
My labored breathing fills the space between us when he tips my chin up and places his lips on my pulse point, kissing it lightly, and the butterfly-like touch shoots arrows of desire all through me. My core clenches when I feel his thick bulge dig into me.
Oh my God.
I should stop this madness.
“What is it going to be, princess?” I close my eyes when he skims his lips down my shoulder, nibbling on the skin and scraping it with his teeth, making me gasp and jerk in his hold. It sends desire into every cell in my body while his scent fills all my senses.
I splay my palms on his chest, groaning inwardly at his carved muscles that instantly surround me with safety, and I wonder how they would feel molding into my curves. Where I’m soft, he’s hard all over.
Forbidden, forbidden thoughts but o—so tempting.
My fingers curl on his chest and I prepare to push him away because it’s the right thing to do, but instead I drag him closer to me.
“It’s a mistake, Florian.” My core dampens, his proximity causing heated sensations to surround me, and it’s hard to breathe. His pelvis presses into mine when he takes a step forward. I trap the groan in my throat because the thick bulge urges me to cup it and learn everything about it.
It speaks about his desire and for someone who has been invisible to him…it’s a joy in itself even if his hard-on is not for me.
It’s for a mysterious redhead.
Is it possible to be jealous of yourself?
“That doesn’t sound like a no,” he whispers, and his husky voice should be punishable by law for how easily it elicits a tremor through me and ignites fire in my veins as it creates twisted webs around me, seducing me into sinful thoughts that have only heartbreak waiting for me.
I need to resist him and act fair.
I love him but that means very little as he has eyes for another woman who caught his attention so easily, when the real Jimena…she didn’t get as much as a glance from him.
