could I not?” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. “Would you like to put me out of my misery and let me take you back to your hotel to get your luggage before we go out to dinner?”
I stared at him. He was young, handsome, and clearly found me attractive. The powerful attraction was mutual. Why should I waste time pretending otherwise? “Yes. Our next time together will be all about you,” I promised as I leaned close to kiss his warm, firm lips.
He leaned away from me. “Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish right now,” he warned.
“Who says I’m not ready to finish it?” I demanded.
He inhaled slowly before shaking his head and rising. “Let’s go get your luggage and head out to dinner. Then the night will be all ours.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
After picking up my luggage from the hotel, we had dinner in Chinatown.
“Are you dating anyone?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I had just starting thinking about dating again when Jasmin asked me to come here to see you.”
“I’m glad she decided to dump me before I could dump her.”
“Or we wouldn’t have met?”
He arched a brow.
“What?”
He shook his head. “I told you I was smitten the moment I saw you. And you should know that I haven’t slept with anyone since I saw your picture.”
“I’m touched,” I said.
“You’re going to be fucked,” he countered.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
He laughed. “Would you like anything else?”
Just you buried deep inside me. “No.”
We drove along the Benjamin Franklin Parkway and took pictures in front of the Rocky statue at the foot of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I was surprised to see so many couples sitting on the steps.
We joined them to enjoy the beauty of the starlit night. He sat two steps above me with his arms around me. Leaning back against him while staring up at the stars, a feeling that had very little to do with passion overwhelmed me. Within the circle of his arms, I knew I wanted more from him than a few short days and nights of passion. I wanted to get to know him and have our lives intertwined.
Shaken by the realization, I turned my head to look at him.
He met my gaze, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face.
“It’s a beautiful night,” I said.
“Being with you makes it even more beautiful,” he responded.
And you are so handsome and sexy, being with you is like winning the lottery.
We remained on the steps for another twenty minutes before we decided to leave. We walked to his car, hand in hand. On the drive back to his house, he stopped at a convenience store to buy me a bouquet of flowers and a ridiculously expensive red and white teddy bear with I heart you on its chest.
I stared at the bear and then up at him as he finished paying for it.
He arched a brow and then gave me one of those slow, sexy smiles o f his that made me burn for him . I couldn’t deny the powerful attraction I felt for him .
Chapter Four
At his house, he poured me a drink and then went to carry my suitcase up to his bedroom. I turned out the lights and stood in front of the large windows, staring up at the moonlit sky.
When he returned to the living room, I put my untouched drink down and walked across the room to him. I reached behind him to release his hair so it fell across his shoulders. Then I linked my arms around his neck. “It’s your turn,” I whispered, lifting my mouth for a kiss.
He engulfed me in his arms and bent to kiss me with a fierce intensity I felt all through my body.
I responded with a passion I knew signified my willingness and desire to rock his world that night.
His big hands caressing and massaging my ass set me on fire.
I curled my fingers in his hair and reached between our bodies to rub my hand against his hardening cock. “I want to feel you deep inside me…filling me up.”
He slipped his hands in my pants and slapped each cheek while he sucked hard at my neck.
I knew he
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