Page 58 of The Escort
His eyebrow rises. “Us?”
“And”— I twist my body around—“how would that story go?”
“Well, it could be a short story.” He pushes from the counter. “You walk out that door, and we never see each other again. Or”— his eyes pivot down my body—“you stay, and we make up shit as we go along.”
“Yeah?” I nervously chuckle. “What kind of shit?”
“Good shit.” He sets his beer on the counter. “Come here.” He nudges his head, eyes twinkling with temptation.
“I’m not interested in a one-night stand.” I need to make that clear. I’m grateful for this chance, and as much as I’d like to have sex with him, as much as my body may need or crave him, I won’t want to walk away tomorrow. In the midst of tearing his world apart and reopening old wounds, I’ve also fallen for him.
He advances toward me. My breathing galvanizes. My skin ripples with anticipation. His hand sifts through my hair, gliding to the back of my head. He bends down. Heat stimulates between us. His lips counter mine. “I’m not offering you one,” he whispers.
I swallow down the saliva building in my mouth. “What are you offering?”
His gentle hand slides from my head. He steps away from me and places his hands behind his back. “Whatever you want,” he says in a low and raspy voice.
I take a step toward him. So far, it’s been about me and what I’ve wanted. “What do you want, Lix?”
As he inhales a deep breath, his chest rises and falls. “I want you to set me free.”
I bite the inside of my mouth. “And what would that look like?”
“I’d drop my walls.” He lifts his head, leveling my heart with his blazing blue eyes. “Let you see all my bones, good and bad.”
“I see you, Lix.” I slink closer to the man who can steal my heart. “See, I’ve been tearing down your walls since we met. And from what I can tell, your bad bones helped you build the good ones. So the real question here is.” I place my hands behind my back and take a deep breath. “When are you going to set me free?”
“Oh, baby.” His eyes darken. “Do you understand what I mean by setting me free?” He rummages deeper into my soul, sinking closer to my vulnerable heart. “If I let go. If I am released. That means I’ll no longer hold back. I’ll be free to make you mine.” His eyes glide over my body, forewarning of his proclamation. “Therefore, you’ll be free.” He pauses, the penetration of his gaze melting my insides. “Free from everything but me.”
Oh my God! That’s all I want! All I’ve secretly ever wanted.
I nod, absorbing any looming apprehension. Prepared to accept his terms and willing to do whatever he needs to make amends for the shit I’ve put him through. “Yes. I understand.” I gaze up at him with the truth. “And I’ll be free to make you mine.” I glide my hands down his arms. “You will belong to me.” I reach back and unbind his hands, drawing them to his side. “Maybe not all of you today, but someday.” I press my hand against his robust chest. “I’ll own every piece of you. All your good and bad bones.” I hold his view, unwilling to concede. “I don’t care how long it takes. I will strip down every damn wall.” I pull his shirt off. “Until I reach that guarded heart of yours.” I grip the top of his jeans and yank him to me. “Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“Loud and clear.” He picks me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. “Fuck it, babe. Let the demolition begin.”
Our lips connect, striving for survival and triumph. Fighting to out-stand the other while uniting to leave a lasting and longing impression.
I float in his arms to his room. He carries the weight of my anticipation and the heavy need in my body to his bed. He gently lays me on a pillow of softness. Caught between the smoldering heat in his eyes and the tender touch of his hands, I bend to his every beckon.
This is the moment I will surrender to all that I have denied.
His nimble fingers strip me of my clothes. Then he does the same with his. Naked and virile, he kneels before me on the bed. His eyes feast on me as his hands slide from my ankles to my calves. A shiver of need ripples over my flushing flesh.
He grips my thighs and pushes them apart, spreading me open wide. The cool air meets my heated and exposed wetness.
Biting his bottom lip, he stares down at my pussy. It pulsates, begging for his attention. I need him. I need this.
“I’m going to lick you.” His glistening gaze lifts to mine. “Then nibble on your clit.”
“Oh my God!” I grip the sheet, thrusting my breasts out as his words come alive in my head.
“Then I’m going to push my fingers inside you while I suck on your clit.”
“Stop talking!” I clench the sheet tighter, feeling his touch with each spoken word.
“After you come all over my face… And you will come. You’ll come so fucking hard—”
“Just do it!” Frustrated, I squeeze my thighs. A well-deserved cocky grin gnaws on his lips. He has me. Owns all of me. I’m done fighting what I feel for him, finished pushing it aside and watching it from afar.