Chapter 4: Seraphina

Oh no.

“Don’t look so happy about it.” He smirks.

“Bash...” I stammer.

Oh God, how do I explain this?

“I’m not really the type of woman who...” My voice fades away.

“Who fucks on first dates?” he asks, finishing the sentence for me.

“Yes.” I cringe at how blunt that sounds. “I just don’t want you thinking...”

“I know. I wouldn’t,” he replies quickly. “I don’t.”

“Good.” Relief washes over me. “I was only flirting because I thought we’d get off the plane and never see each other again.”

“Right.” He smirks, clearly amused.

“Not that I don’t think you’re amazing,” I add. “Because if I were that kind of woman, I’d definitely be interested in you. We’d be fucking like...” I stop while searching for the right comparison.

“Rabbits?” he suggests.

“Yes.”

He raises both hands.

“I understand. Platonic humans only.”

I grin.

“I’m so glad you understand.”

Seven hours later...

He pins me against the wall while trying to pull my skirt over my hips, his mouth moving hungrily along my neck.

“The door,” I pant. “Open the damn door.”

Oh God...

I’ve never felt chemistry like this before.

We’ve spent the evening laughing, dancing, and kissing our way through Boston, and somehow he makes me feel completely comfortable.

It feels as though I do things like this all the time.

As though it’s perfectly normal.

The strange part is that it feels right.

The spontaneous nature of everything has made me feel brave.

This man is clever, funny, and dirty as hell, and in my opinion—which may be heavily influenced by alcohol right now—he’s worth the risk.

Because I know I’ll probably never get another chance with a man like him.

I’ve officially arrived in layover bad-girl heaven.

Bash struggles with the key, and we stumble into my room.

Then he throws me onto the bed.

My chest rises and falls as we stare at each other.

The air between us crackles with energy.

“I’m not this kind of girl,” I remind him.

“I know,” he breathes. “I wouldn’t want to corrupt you.”

“But there is a drought,” I whisper. “A very serious drought.”

He raises an eyebrow while breathing just as heavily as I am.

“That’s true.”

I stare at him, trying to think through the haze of desire.

My body aches for him.

“It would be a shame to...” My words fade away.

“I know.” He licks his lips as his eyes travel over my body. “A damn shame.”

He pulls his shirt over his head, and my breath catches.

His chest is broad and muscular, his olive skin smooth except for the trail of hair that disappears beneath his pants.

His dark hair and bright blue eyes are beautiful.

But it’s the strength behind those eyes that makes me ache for him.

There’s something powerful in the way he touches me.

He’s completely masculine and completely dominant.

There’s no question about who’s in control.

Something about him has awakened a side of me I never knew existed.

I know he could have any woman he wanted.

Yet right now...

He wants me.

The chemistry between us is impossible to ignore.

It’s intense, honest, and overwhelming.

He’s barely touched me, and I already know this night is different.

Maybe fate has finally decided to be kind to me.

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly unzips his pants and pulls out his dick.

It’s large and hard.

My chest rises and falls as I stare at him.

My heart is racing.

Is this actually happening?

Oh.

My.

God.

He slowly begins stroking himself, and I watch in complete fascination.

I’ve never seen a man touch himself in front of me before.

Holy fucking shit.

This is unreal.

He lifts one foot onto the bed and continues.

The muscles in his arms and shoulders tighten with every movement, and pleasure rushes through me as I imagine being the one touching him.

This feels like real-life p**n.

Only much better.

What am I even doing here?

I’m supposed to be a good girl.

And good girls don’t do things like this with men like him.

We don’t know the same people.

We don’t live in the same city.

And I may never see him again.

There’s a strange freedom in that.

I can be someone different.

Whoever he wants me to be.

His eyes stay fixed on mine.

His jaw tightens.

“Come over here and suck my cock, Seraphina,” he murmurs.

God, yes.

I was beginning to think he’d never ask.

I quickly move to my knees, desperate to please him.

I know almost nothing about this man.

But I do know that right now, I want to be the best sex he’s ever had.

I take him into my mouth and do my best to please him.

My hand moves with my lips as I stroke him.

It’s been so long.

My body tightens, and I feel my orgasm building from the taste of his preejaculate alone.

“Fuck... so good,” I murmur. “The taste of you is going to make me come.”

He tips his head back and closes his eyes.

“Naked. I need you fucking naked,” he growls.

He pulls me up from the bed and quickly strips away my skirt and panties.

My shirt follows.

Then my bra.

And suddenly he goes still.

Very still.

With his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes slowly move down my body.

He takes me in completely.

I feel the heat of his gaze across my skin.

Everything around me seems to stop.

I stand there naked and vulnerable, waiting for his reaction.

This is new for me.

I’ve never been with a man this dominant.

His eyes.

His voice.

His touch.

Everything reminds me who I’m with and how much his pleasure matters to me.

I want to meet his expectations.

The need to satisfy him consumes me.

When his eyes return to mine, they burn with desire.

There’s darkness and tenderness mixed together there.

Maybe I’ve forgotten what it looks like when a man wants a woman with every part of himself.

Because I swear I’ve never seen a look like this before.

“Lie on your back,” he murmurs.

Fear flashes through me.

He immediately wraps his arms around me and kisses me deeply.

“What is it?” he whispers.

“It’s... been a long time,” I pant.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he whispers gently.

The reassurance calms me.

He kisses me again.

Slowly.

Perfectly.

My knees nearly give out beneath me.

He lays me down and parts my legs.

A dark smile crosses his face as he kisses his way down my body.

I stare at the ceiling while trying to control my breathing.

No amount of alcohol prepared me for this.

He lifts my legs onto his shoulders and spreads my knees apart.

I’m completely exposed to him.

Then he begins.

I jerk upward.

“Ah!” I cry.

But he doesn’t slow down.

His tongue and fingers work together, leaving me completely overwhelmed.

What the hell is happening?

My body trembles uncontrollably.

Like a puppet.

His puppet.

The man is a god.

My body convulses as an incredibly powerful orgasm crashes through me.

That took about five seconds.

Oh God.

How embarrassing.

So much for looking cool.

He chuckles, sounding pleased with himself.

I throw my arm over my face in embarrassment.

He pulls it away and takes my jaw in his hand.

“Don’t hide from me, Seraphina. Ever,” he commands.

I search his eyes.

He’s intense.

Far too intense.

“Answer me.”

“What do you want me to say?” I whisper.

“Say yes so I know you understand.”

The air crackles between us.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I understand.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs before kissing me again.

My legs part on their own.

He reaches into his wallet and takes out four condoms.

Opening one, he hands it to me.

“Put it on me.”

I take it and softly kiss his dick before rolling it on.

“You’re very bossy,” I tease.

He smiles and lies back on the bed before pulling me over him.

“You’ll fuck me first,” he murmurs against my lips. “Then I’ll fuck you once you’re warmed up.”

I smile.

“I only fuck once, big boy. Then I go to sleep.”

A slow smile spreads across his face.

I straddle him while our kisses become more desperate.

He guides me down onto him.

Oh, the stretch.

He’s big.

“Ow,” I whimper.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Move your hips from side to side.”

He cups my breasts while staring up at me as though he’s amazed.

I smile down at him.

“What?”