It was strange… I’d been with Viper so many times, but tonight was different. It felt like the first time I’d ever touched him, and my hand trembled as he ran my fingers over his abs to dip lower. At least I thought it was my hand. It could’ve been Viper trembling for all I knew, because as I curled my fingers under the waistband of his jeans, he sucked in a deep, shuddering inhale. His hold on me disappeared, but his eyes stayed intent on mine, as he waited to see what I would do.
For a long moment, the only thing I could do was stare. Stare at the man who’d promised himself to me. How was it that he was mine? It still hadn’t sunk in, and I wasn’t sure it ever would. One thing I did know—he was wearing entirely too many clothes.
I brought my hands up to his shoulders, and Viper pushed off from the door to let the shirt fall down to the floor. My body warred with my mind when all that smooth olive skin came into view, because part of me wanted to devastate his body and take what I’d been denied for days, but the other half wanted to soak in this moment and take my time.
I trailed my hands down his arms and leaned forward, stealing a kiss before pulling away and reaching for the button of Viper’s jeans. I flicked it open and slid the zipper down slowly, and Viper’s eyes flared. But before I could push the jeans off his hips, Viper grabbed my waist, hauling me flush against him so he could devour my mouth. I got lost in his kiss, barely noticing when he began to walk me backward to the bed, or when he quickly unfastened my dress pants. As my legs hit the edge of the mattress, Viper wrapped his hand around my growing erection, and the firm, warm heat of his palm had my eyes practically rolling in the back of my head.
“I almost forgot how good you feel,” I murmured against his mouth before nipping at his lower lip.
“Then it’ll be my fucking pleasure to remind you.” As Viper stroked my cock, I pushed my pants and boxer briefs off my body, ready to get as close as physically possible. Then I tugged Viper’s jeans down, and surprise, surprise, he wasn’t wearing a damn thing underneath them.
“Shit, Viper, are you kidding me?” I said, and as I took hold of his erection, sliding my hand up and down his solid length, he cursed.
“Get on my goddamn bed.” His words were practically a growl, one that sent a shiver down my spine. I did as I was told, because when had I ever been able to resist a dominant Viper? My ass hit the mattress in two seconds flat, but I didn’t have time to scoot back before Viper straddled my lap, his cock bumping against mine as he slid his hand into my hair.
“I need you, Angel.” His warm breath ghosted over my lips, and I opened my mouth to breathe him in.
“Then take me. I’m yours.”
I’d barely gotten the words out before Viper’s mouth crashed down on mine and he moved his free hand down between us to take hold of our erections. Shit, the feel of Viper’s cock rubbing up against mine and his thumb swirling over the head was almost too much to take. It felt like years since I’d had his hands and mouth on me, not days, and I wanted more, so much more. I wanted tonight to erase the memory of the last time we’d been together, up on the roof of my building, when I’d been so angry, so disappointed. I’d tried to use him the way I’d felt used, but trying to hurt Viper had only been hurting myself in the end.
As if he sensed where my mind had gone, Viper drew his mouth away, and his hand stilled. “What is it, Angel?”
“I’m sorry too,” I said, cupping his cheeks with both hands as I stared into his beautiful face.
“What for?”
“That night on the roof. I…I was trying to punish you.”
“I know.” He brushed a stray curl out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. “I deserved it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you again.”
A hint of a smile turned up Viper’s lips. “Then don’t ever fucking leave me.”
“Never.”
Viper lowered his head until his lips were on mine and whispered, “Never?”
I nodded, ran my hand down his neck to his chest, and laid my palm over his heart. “Not ever.”
Viper took in a deep inhale and then slid his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back so he was looking down into my face. “That should scare the hell out of me.”
“But it doesn’t. Does it?”