He reached out to trace the outline of my jawline, igniting my lust into a raging hellfire that burned for him. “Which side won?”
His blue eyes were a dark ocean I wanted to lose myself in forever. My gaze dropped to his full lips, which I couldn’t stop imagining covering mine. One kiss would tell me if I liked it enough to want a second or was grossed out by kissing him. It was impossible to decide without being informed, which tipped me over the threshold I had struggled to cross. “The one that wants you to kiss me good night.”
I had expected him to look triumphant over getting permission to do what he had been aiming for since we met at the bar. His genuine delight was unexpected.
Holding my breath, I trembled as he placed a gentle kiss on each of my cheeks. He tipped my chin up before brushing his lips against mine. Tilting his head, he gave me a lingering kiss as he let me get used to him. The third was a little more passionate. I held on to him to avoid getting swept away as the dam holding back my feelings burst open inside me.
I tugged him closer with a whimper as I sagged against the door for support. He braced a hand over my shoulder as he pressed against me, caging me in place. Our fourth one was so perfect, I forgot why I had been scared. My hands instinctively moved to his neck as his tongue teased me. I laced my fingers through his soft hair as I opened for him, melting under him with a moan. It was so much better than I had hoped. I was drunk with lust as I surrendered myself to him. It fueled my arousal as I grew harder every second his lips were on mine.
When he stopped, I had to admit that the experience proved that not only was I not disgusted by being kissed by him, but I was also hard as hell from it. Everything in me was begging for more, drowning out my fears. All my feelings were a jumbled mess as I continued holding him to steady myself as desire battered me like a fierce hurricane.
“Bonne nuit, Zio.” He leaned down to give me two sweet good-night kisses. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
All I could do was nod in agreement, still speechless from the arousing encounter. Only after he walked away was I capable of fumbling with my wallet to get out my key card to enter my room.
I stripped as fast as I could before I fell onto the bed and started jerking off as I replayed the kiss in my mind in exquisite detail. It meant I was already teetering on the edge from the intense experience. I brought my free hand up to my nose to catch a whiff of his incredible cologne from where I had touched his neck as I held on tight. A single lick was all it took for me to come. It fucked me up I hadn’t even needed to fantasize to get off because that was how good he tasted on my skin.
Breathing heavily as I stared up at the tray ceiling, I tried to reorient myself after my intense climax. I had irrefutable evidence that despite my straightness, Armand had made me comeagain. Was I ready to cross that point of no return? If the cum on my stomach was any sign, I was more than prepared to take that leap.
Tomorrow should be interesting…