A wave of embarrassment washed over me, but I refused to let him see it. So, instead, I wore a neutral expression, even though his shirtless body was constantly distracting me.
He was stripped from the waist upward, his broad shoulders and chiseled abs catching my eyes. The man was ripped—fuckin’ attractive. His skin was marred with scars, deep and shallow cuts. Some looked like bullet wounds, others like knife injuries.
The cut across his left arm was still fresh, and I figured it was from the traitor he’d fought days ago.
“Do you not know how to knock?” I asked, wearing a plastic frown. “I can teach you.” I began demonstrating. “You raise your hand, clench your fingers into a fist, and tap your knuckles on the door. Easy.”
His lips curled in amusement. “I’ll try to remember that next time.”
Silence fell in the room, and the only sound was the storm outside. The air was thick with tension, and the longer we stared at each other, the stronger the pull between us.
“What’re you doing here, Artur?” I asked, my voice soft and almost seductive. Almost.
“I’ll tell you,” he said, taking a few steps forward. “As soon as you tell me why you were calling my name.”
I swallowed hard. “That’s ridiculous.” A breathy dismissive laugh escaped my lips.
“Is it?” He halted in front of me.
“Just tell me why you’re here,” I insisted.
He hesitated. “I want you out.”
“Huh?” I arched my brows, shocked and confused.
“Out of my head,” he explained, that deep, sexy voice teasing my senses.
A fleeting moment of relief washed over me. For a second there, I thought he wanted me out of his house. A few weeks ago,it would’ve been good news. But now, I wasn’t sure why the idea scared me like that.
Then his words struck me harder, prompting my face to twist in bewilderment. “Wait. What do you mean by ‘out of your head’?”
His gaze swept over my body as he closed the distance between us, the scent of his cologne filling the air around me. “I think you know what I mean,” he whispered in my face, his fresh breath warm against my skin.
My heart skipped a beat, pulse racing.
He was just as affected by the last kiss as I was, and in his eyes, all I saw was passion. The flames were burning hot beneath his composure, his face etched with desire.
My chest was heaving with slow, ragged breaths, my hands trembling as he drew me closer. His hands were firm around my waist, and he caressed my skin; his touch was electric.
I felt his erection brush against my thighs, hard as a rock. I loved it.
His thumb brushed against my cheek while those cold blue eyes bore into mine. The longer he stared at me, the more difficult it became to catch my breath. The sensation coursing through my body made it impossible to stay calm, no matter how hard I tried.
Just take me already, I thought to myself, hating how much his teasing tortured me.
In a heartbeat, our faces collided, lips crashing in a fervent kiss. It was fierce, rough, and fast-paced. Breathless, we devoured each other’s mouths while our tongues twirled in the heat of passion.
His hands traveled around my body, possessing every inch of me. The deeper the kiss, the more I unraveled beforehim. He squeezed my breasts over the fabric of my dress, massaged my ass, and pulled me even closer.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” I let out a breathy moan.
My hands roamed his masculine body, his skin thick beneath mine. I felt the ridges of his abs and the roughness of his scars.
He pushed me against the nearest wall, palms fondling my bosom. I lowered my hands, daring to feel the print of his cock beneath his pants.
Fuck, it was long.
His fingers deftly slid down one strap of my gown, exposing my left breast. He broke our kiss and pulled his head back by a notch. His eyes were fixed on my chest as if he was captivated by what he saw.