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“No!” she barked, then swallowed. Why? Why couldn’t he be who she wanted him to be? Why couldn’t he do what she wanted him to? “Fine.”
He faced her slowly, an eyebrow raised. “Fine, what?”
It took her a moment. More than a moment, if she was being honest. She swallowed and forced her tongue to form the words. “You can sleep with me.” She expected his cocky grin or that smirk to return to his face, but all he did was nod.
“Okay,” he said. “I would like that.”
But she wouldn’t.
5
It pissed her off,Toro could tell. She moved around her bedroom with stiff movements and gaze averted, lips pressed into a thin lip. It pissed her off that he’d outmaneuvered her. He expected Seraphina to retaliate at some point, but he didn’t care.
He looked forward to whatever it was. Guaranteed it would make him want to fuck her harder.
He sat on the edge of her bed, studying her. She’d gotten up once agreeing to him sleeping with her. Since then she’d taken up position at the set of large windows at the other side of the room as if she were trying to put as much distance between them as possible.
It was impossible, she had to know that.
He didn’t mind the silence. Didn’t mind her freezing him out. He got to do his favorite thing, which was stare at her while thinking up ways to make her moan. In profile, she was just as striking as when he was staring deep into her eyes. She had cheekbones to make the top models envious.
He licked his lips then frowned. He couldn’t taste her on his tongue anymore.
“Did you tell your mother where you are?” she asked suddenly.
He jerked. “Should I have?” His mother didn’t need to know anything. Yet. All she knew was that he was out of town and would be for a while.
Seraphina shrugged as she stared out the closed window. It was pitch black out there and Toro didn’t know what time it was, just that it was late. “Wondering if she knows about your thing for older women.” Glancing casually over her shoulder, she smirked. “Mommy issues?”
He got to his feet with a chuckle. “Whatever my issues are, I’m not here to be fixed,” he said as he drew closer. When he stood close enough to whisper, he told her, “My last relationship, he was thirty. The one before that, she was twenty-two. I don’t have a thing for older women,” he murmured. “I have a thing for you.”
“This isn’t a relationship.”
“What is it?” He sidled closer still, his front touching her back. Her scent filled his nostrils when he inhaled. “Tell me why I’m here again?”
“To fuck me, then leave,” she bit out.
He smothered a smile, sliding a hand around her waist and yanking her back into his chest. “Pisses you off, doesn’t it?” he asked in her ear. “Me not sliding into that pussy the way you planned?” He nipped her lobe and she stiffened. “Did I fuck up your plans, Seraphina?” He touched her, palm spanning her lower belly. “I bet you planned to have me stroking that cat the moment I stepped into your house.” He pressed against her. He was far from immune, he wanted inside her as badly as she wanted him there, but he wasn’t about to follow her timetable. He was in for the long haul, so there were things that needed speaking on before they progressed too far.
Ah, but she shuddered against him. Little catchy breaths escaped her parted lips when he slid his palm lower still, pinky finger brushing her center over the thin material of her robe. He gave both of them a bit more, cupping her fully. She grabbed his hand, fingernails sinking into his wrist until he hissed.
“Finish what you started,” she murmured.
“Is that you begging?” He flicked his tongue over the shell of her ear, then buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her into his lungs.
She made a frustrated sound. “Toro. Goddamn it!”
He spun her and when she staggered backward against the closed window, he went with her, caging her in with his left hand braced near her head. With his free hand, he grabbed her left leg and brought it up, hooking it around his waist. She fisted his shirt and gazed up at him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered at her mouth. “Fucking art, Seraphina.” The moonlight filtered through the window and lit up her skin, making it shimmer. He couldn’t look away. “Ethereal shit.”
“Flesh and blood,” she corrected him. “And I want you.”
He groaned, bringing their foreheads together. He trembled—his hands, his insides. She rocked him. This close to her, she was more than he’d dreamed.Allthat he’d dreamed. How did he make her his? How did he make this last beyond a month?
Sliding his hand along her thigh, he nosed her cheek, her jaw.
In his arms, she didn’t hide. She gave him moans. Gave him those breaths. She gave him uninhibited shivers and he lapped it all up. One hand at the back of her head, the other delving under her robe, gripping an ass cheek.
