Page 57 of Stroked by (Stroked)
She takes a deep breath and continues. “Jonathan, my roommate, got me this job, and he’s very adamant about me making a good impression. I can’t let him down. He’s already warned me to stay away from you, not because he thinks you’re bad news, but because he saw the way I lit up when you texted me. If he knew you were here, he would kill me.”
Damn, I had no idea. Here I am, looking like a giant dick who can’t keep it in his pants when all she wants is to prove to herself she can make it in the film industry. Knowing I will regret what I say in the morning, I walk up to her and squat down to her level. I pull her hand in mine and kiss the back of it.
“I’m sorry, Paisley. I had no idea this job meant that much to you.” Even though deep inside, I want to push her back against her fluffy bed and fuck her until the morning sun rises, I press one more kiss to her hand and stare into her soulful eyes.Fuck, I don’t want to do this.“I’m going to go. I’m sorry, Paisley, for pushing you, making losing your job a possibility. I’ll leave you be. We’ll keep this strictly professional.”
I stand, zip up my hoodie, and prop the hood over my head. With a sad smile in her direction, I turn to the door to leave. This is not how I expected this night to go, but then again, I wasn’t expecting her to show up at my door earlier in the first place. So if anything, at least I got to taste a little bit of her before it ended.
I reach for the doorknob but stop when I feel her come up behind me; her hands press against my back.
“Reese,” she whispers.
Turning, I glance down at her. “Do you want to make sure your roommate is not in the living room so he doesn’t see me?”
She shakes her head, and glides her hands up the front of my chest to my zipper where she snags it and pulls it down, exposing my chest.
I suck in a deep breath as my skin is exposed to her. “What are you doing?”
Without answering, she slides her hands up to my shoulders and gently pushes the sweatshirt off my body to puddle at my feet. Her eyes wander the expanse of my chest while her fingers delicately dance over my tattoo, exploring it, memorizing it. My heart is beating rapidly and my cock is hardening with every touch.
“Paisley,” I say in a rough whisper.
Pulling her eyes from my tattoo, she meets my gaze and licks her lips. “I can’t let you walk out that door.” Her voice is soft, yet husky, full of lust. “Despite why this is so incredibly wrong and the repercussions I could face, I can’t for the life of me let you walk away.”
Without thinking, or letting her change her mind, I scoop her up in my arms and take her over to her bed where she kneels down on it and props herself up so we are almost eye level. Hunger-filled eyes watch me as her hands gracefully stroke my body, running up my sides, over my pecs, and down my shoulders. I don’t move, just allow her to explore while I enjoy glimpses of her tank top spilling forward, exposing an expanse of cleavage.
“Why can’t I stay away from you?” she asks, more of a question to herself than to me. Her hand runs up my neck and cups my cheek. “You’re a fixation I can’t avoid. When you’re around, I’m drawn to you, tempted to make mistakes I’ve never even thought about making before. You make me want to rebel, Reese, to walk dangerously just for the feel of your lips against mine.”
“We don’t have to do this,” I say, hoping to fuck she doesn’t agree with me.
She shakes her head. “Impossible.”
Before I can respond, her lips press against mine, devouring the words on the tip of my tongue. Not able to hold back any longer, I bring her in closer and match the thrusts of her tongue with mine, tangling our mouths in the most intimate way.
Her thumbs run against my beard, leaving me wanting more of her touch, wanting more of her body, so instead of crushing her head to mine with my hands, I push her shoulders back so she is forced to lie on the bed.
Beautiful. Her dark-as-night hair fans across the pure white of her comforter, providing a stark contrast of heaven mixing with hellion.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
She smiles brightly up at me, her eyes heady with lust. Needing to explore her some more, I prop myself over her body and play with her tank top. Since it’s open on the sides, I easily slip my hand in and feel the taut muscles along her ribcage up to the underside of her breast.
From my touch, her body wiggles, begging for more. With our eyes connected, I move the opening of her tank top until her breast is exposed. I glance down and take her in.
A sharp breath escapes me.Fuck.
Her nipple is pierced.
“Christ,” I mumble. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Not able to stop myself, my hand immediately cups her breast and my fingers play with the barbell of her nipple piercing, moving it ever so slightly, causing Paisley to writhe under me, little moans passing through her beautiful lips.
“Do you like that, baby?”
“Yes,” she answers without skipping a beat.
Needing to see if she matches, I move the other side of her tank top so both armholes are meeting together in the middle of her chest, nestling in her cleavage.Fuck. Her other nipple is pierced as well.
“Fuck me, this is so fucking sexy.”
