Do I really want to go into this private room with this guy?
Hell, yeah, I do.
It’s just that he was so damn big. I swear, his muscles have muscles, and when he moves, I can see them all twisting under his perfect suit. The thought of what he would look like naked makes my mouth water a little and I finally nod.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, as I step into the room. As soon as he shuts the door behind me, the sound from outside is cut off and I can only hear a dull throb of the music. I sigh, relaxing, but not for long.
The guy takes me by the hand and pulls me into the middle of the room, under the light. He walks around me slowly, looking me up and down, and I have the distinct feeling of being for sale.
What the hell am I doing here? The way he’s looking at me makes it very clear that we’re not just here for friendly conversation and the same flame that I tried to put out a few moments ago by squeezing my legs together roars back to life.
“So, tell me, Eva, why exactly did you move here one year ago, and why is it that I haven’t seen you around before?” His voice makes me shiver, and I have to fight the urge to run.
Or throw myself at him.
Honestly? Throwing myself at him seems more likely. I haven’t been this interested in a guy in…well, more than a year. Even when I was with my ex, it wasn’t something I really wanted. It was more of a self-preservation thing, but I haven’t been with a man I’d chosen in a hell of a long time.
Right now, I’m not sure if I chose this guy or he chose me, but I don’t really care. What matters is that he’s looking at me like I’m a damn snack and he hasn’t eaten in days.
“I work a lot,” I tell him. “So, unless you come in or I run into you in the grocery store, I don’t think we’d know each other.” He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who would need to come to a bar to meet women. Hell, he also doesn’t look like the kind of guy who does his own grocery shopping. Not at the corner bodega like I do, anyway.
He nods. “Well, I’m glad that you stumbled in here. But, just so you know, nobody gets into the back room for free.”
I freeze. I have some cash in my bra, but I don’t know that it’s enough for him. This place is really swanky and I knew from the moment we walked in that I didn’t really fit in.
“I have money,” I tell him, reaching up and fumbling in my bra. God, it’s probably a little damp because I’m sweating my ass off being so close to this hot guy. The thought of giving him damp money thanks to my boob sweat makes me want to throw up.
“Not a chance. I don’t want your money.” He grabs my wrist and holds it in place so that I can’t move.
“No money?” This seriously isn’t happening. I swear, this is the kind of situation that girls in hot romance books get themselves into, not me. I’ve never had a guy look at me like this before, never had my body respond like this…I’m aching for him and I don’t even know his name.
“No money.” He doesn’t say anything else, and I don’t get the chance to respond before he crashes his mouth onto mine, sucking my lower lip until I cry out. As soon as I do, he sweeps his tongue through my mouth, tasting me.
I swear, it’s like someone turned on a damn fountain. My core is throbbing hot for him and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to dull the ache, but the pressure only makes it more insistent. Before I know what I’m doing, I mold my body to his, feeling all of his strong muscles. My tits are pressed up against his hard chest and he slides his hand up my side, squeezing me and pulling me closer to him.
I feel like I can’t breathe. All of my nerves are on fire and I want his hands all over my body. The thought of him touching me however he wants to and taking me for his own roars through me and I suddenly feel dizzy.
Is this what it’s supposed to be like when you kiss someone? Holy hell, I’ve forgotten.
“Eva,” he murmurs, pulling back. “I’m gonna take my payment from you in another way, you understand?”
Fuck. He can’t mean what I think he does, right? Even as I wonder if he’s serious, I nod, reaching up and grabbing the back of his head to pull him down to me. My fingers tangle in his hair and he groans, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me up. Immediately, I wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing tight so I won’t fall, and he shifts his grip to my ass.
“Fuck, you’re delicious, Eva,” he murmurs into my ear. “I’ve wanted that sweet little ass of yours since I saw you coming in the Claw.”
My whole body is screaming for him to touch me more and I feel like I’m about to come out of skin. He squeezes my ass and I respond by raking my nails down his neck and across his shoulders.
That does it. He must not have expected that I would do that, but I can’t seem to come up with any words. Besides, what would I say? Hey, sexy stranger, I want you to fuck me?
Oh, God, but I do.
He shifts
