Page 38 of Manhattan Kiss

She does as I ask. Her gaze trails up my body, from my dick, up my torso, to my mouth, and then to meet my eyes.

“Where have you been?” I sound half desperate.

“Around,” she says. “Where have you been?”

Could she have been wanting me since that first kiss too?

“Let’s have dinner again,” I say.

She tilts her head, exposing her neck. “Maybe.” She glances at the door. “I have to go.”

I shake my head. I only just got her here. I’m not ready for her to go. “You can tidy up the towels a little longer, surely?”

“Kiss me,” she says, out of nowhere.

She doesn’t need to ask me twice.

I step toward her, cup her face, and walk her back until her arse hits the vanity unit.

Then I press my lips to hers.

Thank god, my entire body seems to be saying.

She tastes better than I remember. Her skin is so soft under my fingers. She’s so goddamn delicate.

I want to lift her up onto this vanity and unbuckle my belt. I want to fuck her right here. Right now. Watching her in the mirror as she comes. Again and again. I won’t stop until she’s had so many orgasms, she’s lost count.

She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my trousers, and I growl into her mouth. It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time.

I wonder if I could even fuck this woman like she deserves? I’d probably lose my nerve or something. I deepen the kiss, wanting to take everything I can from her.

Her hands sweep up my torso and she presses lightly, persuading me away from her.

I don’t know how, but I break our kiss.

“I don’t ever want to stop kissing you,” I confess. Fuck. I’ve never said that to a woman before. What power does she have over me?

She grins, and I enjoy the way my stubble has brought the blood to the surface of her face around her mouth.

It tells me she’s been mine. Just for a few moments.

“If you’re not going to give me a yes to dinner straightaway, can I have your number?”

She presses her lips together. Is she really hesitating? Doesn’t she feel this chemistry between us?

“You have any visitors stopping by tonight?”

I sigh, take a few steps back, and lean on the wall opposite her. Her eyes dart to my straining hard-on. It’s all for her.

“Nope,” I reply. Is that what this is? She doesn’t like that I fuck other women? I’m a prick, but I enjoy her jealousy. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve not fucked anyone since our kiss.”

She narrows her eyes. “Because of our kiss?”

It’s a good question. “I’m not sure,” I answer honestly. “Maybe.”

The corner of her mouth twitches. “I’ve not fucked anyone since our kiss either.”

I grin, but an odd sense of need washes over me. I don’t want her fucking anyone else. I’m not sure anyone would be able to treat her the way she deserves to be treated.