I relaxed in his arms, letting it happen at first, then kissing him back with equal fervor, tasting him, sliding my tongue against his, letting my teeth scrape his bottom lip. I wanted it all, everything I’d denied myself, but if I gave in, wouldn’t I only feel worse when he sent me home later?
When he finally pulled away, ending the kiss, his breathing was as ragged as mine. I couldn’t help but feel proud of that. “Do I… um… do I get to know your name?”
He brushed another light kiss over my lips. “Remington, but you can call me Remy since we’re getting intimately acquainted.”
Before I could respond, he took hold of my wrist and yanked me toward the stairs. “I want you naked in my bed right now.”
I stumbled along behind him, trying to take the stairs as quickly as he did despite being several inches shorter.
He turned left at the top of the stairs and pulled me into a room. It had large windows that looked out onto a courtyard. A king-size bed dominated the space which had a lighter, sunnier feel than I would’ve expected for him. The comforter on the big bed was white, and the walls were painted a bright yellow. There were two comfortable looking blue chairs by the window. I tried to imagine him sitting in one, reading and looking out on the small trees below. Did he ever relax like that?
He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. “House tour later. Right now, I want more of you.”
“Yes, sir. I—”
He tugged on my shirt, lifting it. With a startled yelp, I lifted my arms so he could tug it off me.
I reached for my fly, but he shook his head. “I want to look.”
He laid his large hands on my shoulders, and somehow, despite the warmth of him, I shivered. He slid his hands over my pecs, and I jumped when he pinched both my nipples. They hardened instantly, and he teased them with his thumbs.
I sucked in my breath, trying to fight the urge to free my cock. How did he have me so needy so fast?
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I… Yes, sir.”
“I might think you were telling me that because it’s what I want to hear, but I saw your reaction.” He palmed my cock over the fabric of my pants. “And I can feel how hard you are for me.”
I nodded, not sure I could form words with him touching me.
5
Remington
I couldn’t believe how much I wanted Henri. Everything about him enthralled me. Now that I knew no other man had fucked him, stretched him, pushed deep inside him, I had to be his first. Whatever happened, this wasn’t going to be our only night together. Once I was done with him, I’d have to let my family know the details of what had happened during my time in Landry territory. I’d already sent a text to Blackjack to start investigating Henri’s background.
I doubted he could find much from the bare details I had, but once I’d devastated Henri to the point of exhaustion, I’d take his phone and his wallet. I needed to know for sure he was as innocent as he seemed. If he was a spy, I knew what I would have to do. I prayed he wasn’t.
Before I gave into the temptation to run my tongue over every inch of Henri’s exposed skin, I took a step back from him.
“Pants off.” I ordered.
He popped the snap and lowered his zipper. His pants were so tight I wondered if he could get them off without help, but with some shimmying of his hips, he was able to push them down, exposing a black thong that held his cock and balls in a lacy pouch.
I wanted to fuck him while he was wearing it, to pull it aside and drive into him, making him writhe, making him scream. I would but not tonight.
His eyes flicked up to mine, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You have to know you’re fucking gorgeous.”
He looked startled for a moment, and I was sure he hadn’t been told that often, which was a fucking crime. I wanted to murder everyone who’d ever made him feel bad about himself.
“As hot as that is”—I gestured toward the thong that barely contained his hard cock—“I want it off. I want all of you exposed to me.”
Slowly, holding my gaze, he hooked his fingers into the waistband, stretched it out, and brought it down until his cock and balls were exposed. I wanted to taste them, to touch and tug, to make them hurt and force him to accept the exquisite torture. He was too damn beautiful.
He continued to lower the thong and his tight leather pants, turning as he bent, letting me see the ass he was only teasing me with. I’d make him pay for that later.
When he was completely naked, he slowly rolled up to standing and faced me, hip cocked out, body on display. He seemed more confident without his clothes. I wanted to know why. I wanted to peel back all his layers.
I pulled the comforter off the bed and let it fall to the floor. I didn’t want to get it all messy, and I had every intention of making a mess. “Get on the bed and recline against the pillows, legs spread.”
He looked wary for just a moment before he schooled his face, putting on the smile he’d tried to dazzle me with when he’d approached my car. The thing was, I didn’t want the pretense. I wanted the man underneath.
He positioned himself as I’d requested. His cock was hard, the tip red.
