“I’m such a what?” He bumps my nose with his.
“Such a gentleman.” I roll my eyes.
“Damn it. I need to up my game. My Pixie doesn’t like gentlemen.”
“She does, too.”
That makes him laugh harder. “She wishes. My dirty talk gets her hot, though.”
When he’s laughing like this, I can’t even pretend to be mad at him. I can’t look away either. God. God. He’s so sexy, and so mine.
“I can’t believe I’m waking up next to you.”
His jaw clenches as his eyes fill with emotions. “Believe it, baby. This is our life now. You and me. Together.”
I finger the edges of a yellow bruise on his jaw as love for him surges within me. Love and lust and an innate need to please. Like a woman pleases her man. A queen pleases her king. I want to somehow thank him, make him see that he’s the most powerful man on this Earth. “I want you to take,” I whisper, heart in my throat, on my tongue.
He frowns for a second before the confusion clears and he understands what I mean. If my parents hadn’t shown up that night, I would’ve slept with him. I would’ve given him the last piece of my soul.
I want to do that now. This is our new life and I want to start it right.
His eyes turn dark, like they do when lust is ruling him. Dark and delicious and bottomless, and his skin turns even more heated, like the blood is rushing, burning through his veins at a breakneck speed.
So, I’m surprised that he tries to move away. I don’t let him though. I hug him with my thighs and cross my ankles at his back, keeping him glued to me.
“Pixie, stop.”
“No.” I arch my hips and practically shove my slick, slick core onto his hard cock.
Damn it. I wish I wasn’t wearing panties so he could feel how wet I am. As it is, I’m rubbing my covered pussy up and down the outline of his erection, hoping and praying that he understands that it is for him. All this wetness and creaminess; it’s his for the taking.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, all right?” He strains against my hold, but I latch all my limbs around him.
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer.” I clutch his silver cross and yank him even closer. “Tell me why.”
Abel stares at me with fight in his eyes, but then sags, the tension leaving his body. “I’m not gonna fuck you the first morning we’re together in New York.”
Okay, that sounds ridiculous to me because no one is going to come and interrupt us anymore. We can do whatever we want, right? I ask again, “Why not? We’re here. I’m ready. Why won’t you?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’ve already taken too much. I took you from your parents’ house and brought you here. To this strange place with thin fucking walls. You’re sleeping on the floor. I can’t… I can’t take your virginity too. Not until we get a decent place, a bed. I don’t even have a job right now. I’ve got some money saved up but I need to know that I can take care of you. That I can provide. You’re mine now, Pixie.” He fists my hair. “It’s like I’ve been fucking dying to call you mine and now that you are, I’m terrified. What if I can’t keep you? What if I’m not a good husband?”
“Okay, first: I chose to come with you. I chose you.” I grit my teeth, hugging him tighter. “Second: you’re going to have a job tomorrow. They’re going to love you over there. You’re so talented, Abel. Your pictures are amazing. And who cares where we live for a while? Yeah, there’s sex noises and a weird mirror fetish but trust me, okay? It doesn’t matter. And third…” I raise my eyebrows. “I’m not the only virgin in this room. You may be theoretically prepared after watching your videos and whatnot. But everyone knows practical knowledge goes a long way. Maybe you’re afraid to disappoint me, but that’s okay. I’ll understand.”
His muscles ripple under my touch as he stares down at me with pure arrogance. “Oh, you’ll understand, will you?”
It worked. Ah, guys and their big egos. I should remember this for future reference. But for now, I’m happy that the black shadow on his face is gone. I can’t see him dejected.
“Uh-huh.” I throw him a sweet smile, playing along. “So you have nothing to worry about. You’ve always left me satisfied before. I’m sure you’ll do a good job now, too.”
He chuckles, his fist going really tight in my hair. “You’ve done it now, baby.”
I arch my hips, feeling oddly happy and satisfied. “What have I done?”
“So, my Pixie’s a cock-tease and she loves to poke a bear, is that right?”