Fuck it. I’d figure it out.
Sure. See you soon.
Throwing my phone on the bed, I made a mad dash for the bathroom. I was only an hour away from entertaining a sex god, and the clock was ticking.
The knock at the door had my heart rate skyrocketing.
This was it.
I tugged at the hem of the oversized T-shirt I decided to wear. My legs were bare, and I wore nothing underneath, offering enticing, easy access.
My mind raced, trying to imagine how this would play out.
Would he lift me into his arms, making me feel weightless again as he carried me to the bedroom where he’d dominate my body in a way only he ever had? Or would we not even make it upstairs, with him bending me over the couch, too desperate to be inside me? My knees threatened to buckle at the idea of him dropping down and burying his face between my thighs, his skilled tongue sending me soaring.
Another round of knocks snapped me out of it, but my breathing had grown shallow just thinking about what we were about to do.
Placing a hand to my chest, trying to calm myself, I stepped to the door, bracing for the December chill to hit my bare skin.
When I flung it open, my resulting shiver had nothing to do with the temperature. Sasha’s hungry gaze was enough to convince me he was going to devour me whole, and God help me, I wanted to let him.
He was even more gorgeous than I remembered.
Golden hair hanging loose today, the long strands whipped around his face as the wind picked up.
A sharp jawline covered with the tiniest bit of barely visible scruff had my thighs clenching, thinking of how rough it would feel between them.
Brilliant blue eyes filled with heat warmed me from the inside out.
I now understood why people willingly sold their souls to the devil. I was beginning to believe that being the object of Sasha Gusev’s desire would be enough to have me signing on the dotted line for eternal damnation.
While I was drinking him in, he was scanning me from head to toe. When he realized how little I was wearing, he sucked in a sharp breath before a hand flew up to cover his eyes.
“Get dressed.”
That doused the fire, and I stepped back like I’d been slapped.
Reality crashed down hard that, of course, he hadn’t come here for sex. He’d gotten what he wanted from me, and being a “nice guy,” he wanted to come and tell me in person that whatever we had going was over.
“I get it.” My voice was small as I backed away.
Guess this is what I get for not having a mom around to tell me that putting out was the quickest way to lose a guy’s interest.
“Gemma.” His warning growl had me stopping dead in my tracks.
My head dropped back with a heavy sigh. “No need to drag this out. We had some fun, and now it’s over. See? I did it for you. Now you can leave.”
Sasha huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “Leave? Baby, what in the world gave you the idea that I could walk away from you?”
Mouth dropping open, I stared at the man standing in my doorway, hand still clasped over his eyes.
“Then why are you refusing to look at me, demanding I get dressed?” I was so confused.
He took a giant step forward, reaching blindly with his free hand to shut the door. It slammed so hard that I yelped.
That deep, sexy voice was back as he said, “Because if I look at you right now, all my plans for the day go right out the window. I’ll be forced to throw you over my shoulder and fuck you into oblivion. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll need to make a trip back to the DMV for a handicap placard because you won’t be able to walk.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
