My eyes widened at the offer.
His lips ghosted over mine, his breath fanning my face. “Are you out of excuses yet?”
God help me, I was. Every roadblock I’d thrown up had been carelessly tossed aside by this man.
He took my silence as confirmation. “Let me in, Gemma.”
There was so much meaning behind that single request.
I could let him in my home, in my body, but under no circumstances could I let him in my heart.
“Just tonight.” That caveat might as well have been a shield, my last line of defense.
“Deal, but I get the whole night. I’m not leaving until the sun comes up and I’ve taken you as many times as I’m able.”
“Okay,” I breathed out.
That was all it took to unleash the beast.
Sasha’s mouth slammed onto mine, his tongue brutally demanding entry. I was powerless to stop him, my lips parting as he claimed me.
Hands tangled in my hair, angling me where he wanted so his tongue could dive deeper. I was forced to swallow his deep groan; the vibrations of his chest against mine had my nipples hardening painfully, and I moaned into his mouth.
It was as if he was trying to possess me through a kiss. And a part of me wondered how thoroughly he’d lay claim once I allowed him between my thighs.
Speaking of thighs, I took his advice, grinding down hard on his. The pressure was perfect, the throbbing of my clit demanding attention.
Why did it feel so good with him when I’d never experienced even the tiniest stirring of arousal with any other man—or myself, for that matter?
There wasn’t time to ponder that question because Sasha tore his lips away, our ragged breathing sending icy puffs in the cold night air.
“Keys,” he demanded.
When he stepped back, my boneless knees threatened to buckle, and I had to grab the doorknob to remain upright.
A dark chuckle fell from his lips, such a stark contrast to his light and free personality. “Oh, baby. If one little kiss has you melting into a puddle, you might not survive the night.”
I was out of words, staring mutely at the big man making all kinds of promises he intended to back up with action.
Slipping my purse strap from my shoulder, he rummaged inside until the distinct jangling of keys sounded.
I could barely breathe, barely move, as he crowded my space once more. His tongue perched between his teeth as he concentrated on fitting the key into the lock and turning the deadbolt.
It swung open so suddenly that I stumbled back, but a strong arm looped around my waist, holding me steady.
Sasha’s chuckle rolled over me, heating my blood to nearly a boiling point. He’d barely touched me, and I was ready to explode.
He walked me backward, and I jumped when the door was kicked shut with a bang.
Not missing a beat, Sasha grabbed two fistfuls of my ass, squeezing before sliding his hands lower to skim beneath thehem of my skirt. Rough palms spread over the back of my thighs before lifting me into his arms.
I squealed, shocked that he’d done so with ease. The trance he held over me was momentarily broken as I gripped his shoulders to steady myself, commanding, “Put me down! You’re going to pull something!”
He ignored me, striding toward the staircase.
“Sasha! I’m serious!”
Not stopping his strides, he stared up at me. “Are we playing this game?” My eyes narrowed into thin slits, but he didn’t back down. “What do you come in at? A little over two hundred?”
