“All right.”
“All right,” he repeated, moving in to kiss me.
I put my hand on his chest to stop him. “I’ve got two rules of my own.”
He pulled back. “Oh?”
“Well, it’s just one rule.”
“I’m listening.”
“You don’t get to sleep over.”
A slow, heated smile crept across his face. “Woman, we’re not going to be sleeping.”
My breath hitched.
“I told you you’d lose this game,” he reminded me.
“I haven’t lost anything.” I reached out and grabbed the front of his T-shirt and attempted to haul him closer. “The game has just begun.”
Chapter3
Slash’s lipscame 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 tofeel.
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.