Slash’s lips came crashing down on mine, punishing, brutalizing, taking. He battled, but I was ready. I wanted it this way. Ferocious and all-consuming. I didn’t want to think. I only wanted to feel.
So, when I opened to him immediately, he groaned in satisfaction. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, driving out any thoughts of why I was doing this, driving out any worries about the future.
Slash ripped his mouth away from mine. His chest rose and fell as he drew air into his lungs. His stare scorched me all the way to my bones.
I fumbled with my seat belt and got out of the car. Slash wasn’t far behind me as I headed for the back door that led to both the bakery and the upstairs apartment.
He handed me my keys, and with a shaky hand I managed to unlock the door. Slash trailed after me up the stairs to the second floor, and when we got to my apartment, his hands went to my hips, and he dragged me against him.
I leaned into his chest for a moment, and then unlocked the door. I flipped on the light as I entered the room and tossed my keys onto the counter.
Slash stared at me from the doorway and our gazes met. He came into the apartment and slowly shut the door. He stalked toward me and took my lips in a greedy kiss. While he ravished my mouth, he grasped the lapels of my jacket and peeled it off me, letting it fall to the floor.
He pulled me into his embrace as he continued to devour my lips. I’d had nothing to drink, but I felt intoxicated.
Slash stopped kissing me long enough to release me and take a step back. He removed his leather cut and tossed it onto the arm of the couch, and then lifted his black T-shirt over his head.
He was beautiful. Lean but muscular. Ink snaked across his chest and arms.
I bit my lip as I took in the scope of him.
“On your knees.” He reached for his belt buckle.
His edict jarred me out of my staring.
We peered at one another as he undid the fly of his jeans and took himself out of his boxers. He stroked his shaft, his hazel gaze never wavering from mine.
I normally wouldn’t like Slash ordering me around—but in the bedroom, it was something else entirely. Slash commanding me to kneel made my stomach flutter with want.
I slowly sank to my knees in front of him and then I opened my mouth. He slid deep into my throat and my jaw widened to take him. His hands plowed into my hair and held my head as I sucked him. He groaned when I licked the tip, swirling my tongue around his crown.
I placed my hands on his legs to steady myself, teasing his length, loving the sounds of his harsh breathing as I pleasured him.
I’d never enjoyed this before, but with Slash I found myself wanting to take him all the way. To make him come with just my mouth.
But he wouldn’t let me. He released my head and moved back. Slash gripped my elbows and helped me stand. He tugged off my tank and unhooked my bra. He cupped my breasts, grazing his thumbs over my nipples, stiffening them into tight buds. Slash lowered his mouth and took one aching crest into his mouth.
My core throbbed in shockwaves.
As he continued to flick his tongue against my nipple, he unbuttoned my jeans. My breast popped from his mouth as I took a step away. I kicked off my flip-flops and shimmied out of my tight pants, removing my black thong along with them.
Slash stared at me.
The light in the room was bright, but I wasn’t embarrassed to show him how much I wanted him.
I slid my hand down my stomach and rested my hand at the heat of me.
He watched. And waited.
I glided my fingers into my body and painted my thighs with my wetness.
Slash’s control broke and he came for me.
It was his turn to sink to his knees.
And when his tongue bathed my flesh, I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure.
Knowing I was never going to see him again gave me the courage to be sexual in a way I’d never experienced before. I knew I was going to get everything I’d ever wanted, and that this night would culminate in raw, unadulterated desire.
Slash lavished me with his tongue, but after a few more swipes, he stood. He lifted me into his arms, and my wet core pressed against his lower stomach when I wrapped my legs around him. My hands raked through his hair as our mouths met.
He carried me into the bedroom, and then placed me in the center of the double bed. His hands were everywhere. His tongue and his fingers teased my feverish skin, but it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.
When he lifted himself off me, I whimpered at his loss.
“I’ll be right back,” he rasped.
Naked, he padded into the living room and quickly returned with a condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth and then glided it over his massive erection.
He took my leg and kissed the inside of my calf and moved between my thighs. He teased me with the crown of his shaft before sinking into me.
I hissed at his invasion.
Slash was big—bigger than any other man I’d ever been with.
He stilled. “You okay?”
I nodded, as I grasped his hair.
Slash pushed the rest of the way inside me, stretching me wide, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as every nerve I possessed lit with passion.
He reached underneath me and held the curve of my thigh, pummeling into me so hard the bed frame hit the wall. Slash rolled his pelvis, angling upward inside me and pushed me to the brink.
Just as I was about to come, he pulled out.
“You son of a bitch,” I growled.
With a low chuckle, he flipped me over and urged me to all fours. He slapped my ass and then slid back into me.
I screamed in rapture.
He pounded into me, hard, relentless, and deep. He rutted like a beast, and I took every bit of it. His hand reached around to slip between my legs, stroking me into a masterful orgasm. I clenched around him, causing his own release. He came with a shout, his heavy body drilling into mine.
We stayed connected for a moment as he finished pumping. I smiled wildly as I buried my face in the pillows but peeked when I felt Slash get off the bed. He removed the condom and tied it off.
I went to the tiny bathroom to clean up before heading to bed.
Slash had made himself comfortable and his eyes were closed.
“What are you doing?” I demanded. “I told you no sleepovers.”
“I’m not sleeping over,” he said without opening his eyes. “I’m taking a nap, and in about an hour you’ll know why.”
A dull throb pulsed between my legs.
The ego part of me wanted to kick him out. The hormonal part of me told the ego to shut the hell up. I wouldn’t see him after tonight anyway, so what was the harm in having him stay so we could go another round?
I pulled a T-shirt and a pair of underwear out of the dresser and put them on. Then I climbed into bed next to Slash.
I turned out the lamp and lay down. He pulled me into his body.
“Nope,” I said, trying to get away. “No snuggling.”
“Woman,” he began. “I don’t snuggle.”
“This feels an awful lot like snuggling,” I pointed out.
He didn’t reply, and I wondered if he’d fallen asleep. With a sigh, I stopped fighting it and closed my eyes. “You broke my rule,” I muttered.
“I’ll make it worth your while.”