You want me, Rachel.
My breath caught and I stared up at him. Was that his voice I heard in my head, that I felt pulsating throughout my body as if my very cells already recognized him and craved him?
No, of course not. I was hearing what I wished he would say.
You’ve wanted me every night, from the very beginning. Just like I’ve wanted you.
“Yes,” I whispered, already forgetting it wasn’t really him speaking to me.
His tongue flicked lightly around the two gold studs in my left ear; I very nearly collapsed against him at the unexpected contact.
“What do you want from me?” he whispered, his words brushing my ear.
Knowing I was being reckless, but not caring, I leaned back and met his shadowed gaze. “I want you to come up with me tonight.”
“Are you sure?” His voice was velvet smooth. “You want me to come up to your apartment, come in with you?”
“Yes.”
“A complete stranger?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You know why.” I swallowed hard, not sure why he was playing this game. I knew he wanted me.
His hand cupped my neck, pulling me closer. His mouth brushed below my ear, then crept upward, creating a hot, lustful track along my ear lobe. “Is this what you want?” he murmured in a husky timbre.
I nodded, my head suddenly spinning too fast and my body tingling too hard for me to speak.
He continued his trek, teasing along my jaw and finally searching out my lips. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to his questing probe. He tasted slightly of cinnamon, a flavor I loved. Our tongues mated in a fast, urgent dance, then slowed to a wet, thrusting exploration that made me dizzy and unbearably horny. It had been a long time since I’d had sex. Real sex, with a man. And, oh, I hadn’t realized until this moment just how much I’d missed it...