Lost in the kiss, lost in the moment.
Angels on sex had worked on me like a drug, but kissing Alex wiped Tom and Becca clean from my mind.
Kissing him cleansed everything from my mind and I had to struggle to recall who I was and where I was.
His hands slid around to the back of my head to bring me closer. I allowed myself the privilege of running my own fingers up his jaw, feeling the stubble of a beard on his chin. Feeling him and enjoying the softness and teasing of his lips on mine.
When we broke apart my lips burned feeling ravished from the desire filled way that we kissed. And I wanted more.
I couldn’t believe I could feel this way after a kiss.
“Come home with me.” He whispered against my lips.
It was only then that my sense of awareness returned.
“What?” Shock heated up my cheeks.
“Come home with me,” he repeated with that sexy smile.
That would be crazy. Completely insane, and it could be dangerous.
“I can’t.” I shook my head. Yes, I wanted carefree, but this was several levels ahead of carefree. “I don’t know you.”
“We can fix that problem.” He smiled and stopped my next words with another kiss equally as fiery as the first.
I melted against him, allowing him to devour my mouth. “Come home with me, angel.” Came his words again.
“We just met.” My voice came out breathy as if I’d been running a marathon.
“I’m not a serial killer or some kind of creep. I’m just a guy interested in you.”
Alex looked me over with true seduction and my heart fluttered in response, heating up from the sexual fire that consumed it. The smoldering fire I saw in his eyes captured me and I was powerless to resist.
Could I really do this?
Go home with him?
I needed a moment to evaluate this. Alex was hot, hot like hell, but that was as much as I knew.
Going home with him would just lead to one thing.
A one night stand.
I didn’t do things like that, or hook up with gorgeous men in a club and go home with them .
“I can’t. This is crazy.”
“Why is it crazy?” He chuckled.
“We just met,” I was twenty eight years old, met Tom in high school and had all my firsts with him. I hadn’t as much as kissed another man in the year that I’d been single so how was I supposed to go off with a man I’d just met?
“What does that matter? I think we both know what we want.” That fire appeared in his eyes again.
I was a little embarrassed that I seemed that transparent so I resumed my former play. “Anything could happen to me.”
“Take out your phone and find the number for the person you’d call if you were in danger.”
I widened my eyes at him. He was actually being serious?
I shook my head at him and really entertained the possibility of me doing this.
Going home with him.
Other than the police, there was only one person that I had that I would call if I were in danger.
That was Eilesh. Next to Becca, Eilesh was the closest friend I had. I guessed now though that she was the only friend.
If she were with me now, I doubted she would tell me to turn this guy down.
Eilesh had been that one crazy friend everyone had who pushed the limits and loved gorgeous men.
She’d caught Cody, an Australian deep sea diver, who was her own gorgeous man. They’d been married for the last three years, but marriage hadn’t dimmed her craziness, and spontaneity.
She knew about Tom and Becca being together and how they’d treated me. If she knew about the marriage update, Eilesh would have probably shoved me into Alex’s arms with a box of condoms.
God, was I seriously thinking about going home with him?
I looked at him, looking at me in that playful manner, eyes taking me in in a purely sexual way.
Eilesh was visiting Cody’s sister in San Francisco. She was going to be there for the next two weeks. She wouldn’t have been able to help me if I needed to be saved, and that was just stupid thinking that because if I needed to be saved I would call the police.
“Give me your phone,” he chuckled.
“Why?”
He wiggled his fingers beckoning me to hand it over. I reached into my bag to retrieve it, unlocked it and handed it to him.
He tapped something into it and held it out to me to show a google search for the Chicago Police Department.
My lips parted in surprise when he pressed the number to call them and I widened my eyes at him in astonishment as he started talking when someone answered.
“Hi Alex Sullivan here. I’m just letting you know that I’m taking Summer,” he paused and took the phone away from his ear for a second. “What’s your last name angel?”
“You called the police?” I couldn’t believe that he wanted me to go home with him that much.
“Angel come on, I’m validating myself here so you’ll trust me. Can you think of a better idea Summer?” He gave me a look of expectancy and I found myself smiling.
“Summer Daniels.”
He put the phone back to his ear. “I’m taking Summer Daniels to 55 Park Lane Towers. My car registration is ASUL10. Yup, it’s unique. If anything happens to her come and see me. we are leaving from the Hideaway and it’s now nine. Thanks bye.”
He hung up and handed the phone back to me.
“You’re crazy.” I smiled.
“Yes, but in a good way. Feel safer?”
I wish it was just the safety part that I had to worry about.
“I feel safe yes, but I …” he held my gaze, looking at me the way he did earlier when he stood by the column.
That same paralysis seized me, and I wondered what it would be like to be with him. His kiss still burned my lips, my body, my soul.
He stood up and reached out his hand to me.
“You coming angel?” He smiled revealing dazzling, straight white teeth. “We could escape life together.”
Temptation in its fullest seized me.
Escape life.
Yes, I wanted to.
Tom and Becca had drained me out.
I wouldn’t even begin to address the grief I’d shelved to the back of my heart over losing my father.
Escape life with him.
Alex, the gorgeous man who’d taken to calling me angel.
Could I do it?
Chapter 3
Summer
There were two things that I was aware of as I entered Alex’s apartment.
The first was that the man was definitely incredibly rich.
The next was that he was a damn good kisser.
Really. Damn. Good.
Jesus, my body felt like it was on fire with every kiss and touch. It made me wonder what else he was good at.
The kissing eclipsed the myriad of thoughts and fears that zoomed through my mind.
On the way here I must have thought about everything under the sun, while he’d remained calm driving me in his Lamborghini.
Lamborghini.
I nearly fainted when I first saw it. The only other time I’d seen one was on TV.
I couldn’t help the skip in my step as I hopped inside thinking I was actually going to be driven around in a fancy, fast car. That temporarily dimmed my worries and my decision to go home with this man to his penthouse apartment .
I must have lost my mind because this couldn’t be me.
But this was living, because the way he touched me made me feel alive.
Alex picked me up, sweeping me up weightlessly, as if I weighed nothing.
I’d always been slim built but admittedly felt I’d gained a few pounds from stress eating in the last few weeks. His lips never left mine and he touched me as if I was indeed perfect.
Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist, but slid back down him as he pressed me up against the smooth surface of the wall neare
st the sliding doors.
I settled against it as he pulled back and rested his strong arms either side of me.
“You’re scared.” He observed, looking at me with assessing eyes, but with a flicker of excitement. “Still worried something could happen to you?”
I didn’t think I showed my fear, or rather concerns, but maybe I was wrong.
“I’m not scared.” I tried to sound confident but I may have sounded more convincing if I didn’t have that quiver in my voice.
“What are your limits, angel?” A sinful smile flashed across his face and there was that flicker of excitement that I saw before in his eyes.
My limits, what were they?
I didn’t know. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had sex.
Again, I thought of Tom. We knew each other and I was used to him.
How did I explain without looking like a loser that I’d spent my life with exactly one man and with my nose buried in law books? So, I didn’t really have time to explore my limits.
I was aware that the beautiful man was waiting for my answer, but I was lost in my mind and lost in him, still trying to work out the best thing to say.
“I don’t have any.” At least it sounded like I was daring and the adventurous type.
The buzz from the drink that remained in me must have thought it was a good idea to give that answer, because the minute I spoke the words, the lawyer in me screamed.
That was like trying to negotiate an offer and allowing the opposing side to pick whatever they wanted to settle. Which if we were talking money could have been a dollar.
Alex laughed, looking truly amused. “You’ll love my dungeon then. I’ll have fun handcuffing you to the wall and tasting you everywhere.”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head, and my heart squeezed in my chest with terror. I wasn’t into anything like that!
Dungeons and handcuffs?
“Jesus Christ, no,” I muttered but I thought I was thinking the words. Not saying it out loud.
“Angel,” he chuckled. “I’m joking. You should see your face.”
“I’m sorry, I…” Maybe it was best to come clean, a little. “I’ve never done this before.”
“What?”
“Go home with a strange man.”
“You think I’m strange?” he smiled, raising his dark brows.
“No,” I smiled. “I mean stranger. I don’t think you’re strange.” I hadn’t formed any other opinions on him other than the fact that the man was perfect.
“You know what, angel? How about we explore what your limits are.”
Seduction flashed in his eyes now as he leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine. I was ready for more kissing but he moved back a fraction. “Your mouth likes me.” He noted.
He then moved in to place hot kisses along my neck and damn I felt myself grow wet just from that.
The buildup in my core grew as he made his way down to the tops of my breasts, stopping there and looking up at me.
“I’ve been looking at these all night.” He stated and ever so lightly he ran his hands over my tight, taut nipples. The silky fabric from my dress and the lace from my bra were the only barriers to my actual breast but it felt like he’d touched my skin.
I didn’t have to wonder what that might feel like because as the thought popped into my head he moved the fabric away along with the cup of my bra. The huge swell of my left breast popped out as he did that.
“Fuck.” He breathed on seeing me.
I pressed back into the wall when he ran his fingers over my already diamond hard nipple and I nearly fell apart when he moved closer and covered my nipples with his mouth.
Any thoughts of reality and my life were zapped from my mind as he started to suck me.
When he saw that I liked it, he sucked harder as if he could really taste me, and fondled the neglected breast.
I couldn’t control the moans that escaped my lips, and the more I moaned the more he sucked. Just when I thought I’d fall apart he pulled away.
“Your breasts like me.” He smiled. “I’m going to enjoy playing with these all night.”
I pulled in a breath. The wickedness and mischief in his smile told me I was in for one wild night.
He took hold of my hips and moved in for another kiss. “I’m the devil, angel, and I’m afraid I can’t let you go now without tasting you everywhere. Will you trust me to explore you?”
A lump formed in my throat at his words and the intensity of the sex appeal that oozed from them, materializing into a lustful, sexual cloud around me. Around us.
How could I trust someone I hadn’t even known for one full day? But, damn how could I say no to him? Did I even want to?
As I looked at him I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me. “I trust you.” I breathed against his lips.
“Good. I promise that by the time I finish with you you’ll know what your limits are.”
The rest of my brain just faded away.
He smiled and swooped me up taking me up the floating stairs and into his bedroom, all the while kissing me.
When we got inside he set me down on plush white carpet that my feet sank into.
A king sized bed sat in the center of the room which looked more like it belonged in a five starred hotel than in an apartment.
It was made of solid mahogany with a beam going across the head board and…
I would have continued to admire but Alex turned me back to him and recaptured my lips, running his hands over my left breast. I’d completely forgot that one was hanging out.
“Take your clothes off for me, angel.”
I didn’t know what this man had done to me but I felt like he well and truly had me under his spell and I was to do everything he said. My nerves were left downstairs and now what I relished was the way he looked at me.
I undid the zip on the side of the dress loosening it, then I lifted it over my head and shrugged out of it. Next came my bra, but I left on my panties.
“Take those off too baby, this is a no clothes zone.” He was talking but his eyes were glued to my body.
“What about you?” I had to ask because here I was naked, except for my panties and he was fully clothed.
He lifted his head to meet my eyes. I realized that the beautiful light gray that I saw earlier was now darker and almost looked like liquid silver.
Was that how he looked when he was turned on?
Wow.
“You get to take my clothes off, but …only if those come off.” Mischief danced on his lips as he smiled and pointed at my panties.
The thought of me taking off this man’s clothes sounded like music to my ears, and overpowered the fact of me completely stripping for him.
I’d passed the point of shock long ago.
That predatory look returned to his eyes as he watched me slide my panties down my legs, all traces of the good girl, goody two shoes Summer dissipating with it.
I was naked now.
The look of satisfaction on his face was like a drug to me.
He shrugged out of his blazer leaving the shirt on.
“I’m all yours angel,” he spread his arms out at either side. “Take off what you want.”
I liked the sound of that, doing it was another matter, but I willed myself to move. As I started undoing the buttons on his shirt he cupped my breasts and ran his hands over my nipples.
More wetness formed in my core and by the time I managed to get his shirt off I had to stop for two reasons. The first was his touch was too much and next the way that his body looked stunned me into a stupor of thought.
There was a reason why the man looked like a god. It was because he was one.
My eyes ran over a torso that displayed serious muscle. Abs that were carved with peaks and valleys displaying each muscle group. There were contours and planes I didn’t know could exist in real life. Then there were his tattoos.
I’d never known anyone with so many that made it look styli
sh.
Across his chest were the words:
Dream. Believe. Achieve.
Then along the right side of his torso was a dreamcatcher, the feathers at the end running down his waist and flicking out to his happy trail.
“That all you want to take off angel?” He smiled that sinful smile and looked down at his pants which now had a very distinct bulge at his crotch.
He wanted me to take off his pants.
I had to give him credit for the way he made me feel like it was me who was in control but really it was him.
The nerves I thought I left downstairs came fluttering back into my chest, filling my stomach. Filling every cell of my body.
I could take off my own clothes, stand here naked in front of him, take off his shirt… but his pants.
I didn’t know if I could do that.
Seeing my nerves he took my right hand and shocked me to no end by placing it on to his crotch so I could feel his cock straining against the soft cotton of his pants.
“You better hurry up, angel. I won’t last if you continue looking at me like that with no clothes on.”
He shocked me further by closing my hand over the thickness of his cock and moving my hand up and down it.
“Hurry up, angel.” He added.
I could have come right there and then and had to reign in my emotions.
He slid my hands over to the buckle of his belt where I managed to undo it. Then the buttons that held the pants together, next the zip.
Once that went down so did the pants, drifting to the floor. He stepped out of those and now my eyes were glued to his bottom half. The same definition of muscle ran along his legs making me wonder if he was an athlete. He looked like one.
I saw more tattoos going up his legs. There was a dragon on his left leg and Japanese characters on his right.
Up my eyes went until they landed on what I could no longer call a bulge.
His cock pushed against black Calvin Kline boxers, and he looked every bit the fantasy man he was.
He looked fascinated with me, and I was about to fascinate him further, and shock myself. I ran my fingers along the band of the boxers and tugged at them.
All the while he looked at me with that deep satisfaction in his eyes.
I pulled in a small breath as I took the plunge and pushed his boxers down his thighs immediately releasing his massive cock which exceeded what I imagined up.
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