Page 47 of Point Proven
Despite my best intentions, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. “Oh. Tired?”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Quite the opposite.”
How long is this fucking ride?
“Oh. Well, whatever it is, hope you enjoy it.” Did… Was thismetalking? I sounded fucking stupid, and where was my goddamn confidence?
He nudged himself from the wall, the number on the small monitor shifting to twelve. “I mean, that depends…”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I crossed my ankles, playing the part of casual. Cool.Collected. “Depends?”
As if we’d somehow hit hyperdrive, the bell chimed, ushering us onto the eighteenth floor. He stepped forward, and with a glance over his shoulder, his irises sparked with somethingtoofamiliar. “How curious you are. I’m in room 1801. Penthouse suite. Feel free to swing by if you wish.”
Not sure if my mouth was open or closed, I stared at him far too long to be anything other than interested. Moving forward, the elevator shut in my face.
“Shit. Fuck!”
I pressed the button to open the doors, but he was already gone.
I wish I could’ve said I was a patient man, or at least a man who didn’t seem desperate, but Iimmediatelyturned left, walking until 1801 appeared.
Adjusting my shirt and smelling myself, I knocked, awkwardly standing in the hallway, which was just as extravagant as the rest of this hotel. Despite my rather open sexuality, this would be my first time hooking up in a hotel. And what would Thorne say if he found out I fucked a Mafia boss?
I mean… if that’s what we were doing. Maybe he just wanted company, or some shit. Maybe I was reading into that suggestive look and fantasizing too dramatically.
When there was no answer, I swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. Raising my hand to knock again, the surface suddenly vanished as the deep oak door opened, revealing a newly shirtless Levander.
As his eyes raked my frame, I fixated on his scarred chest, catching the glint of twinned nipple piercings. I roved over the jagged marks. Each one varied in length and depth, and some I could tell were self-inflicted. Like a patchwork on his skin, it led to the feathers peeking over his left shoulder. The rest of the tattoo extended down his back, and the detailing on the front was indicative of someone with a skilled hand.
Running a hand through his hair, he leaned against the doorframe, dark slacks resting low on his hips. “Yes, Mr. Harveil?”
Now that?Thatcaught me off guard.
“You… My last name?”
“Remember? Mafia?” He flashed me a silver-capped canine. “I know things.”
“Oh? Youknowthings? Like what?”
“Like the fact that you would undoubtedly end up at my door.”
“Undoubtedly? Was I…thateasy to read?” Gesturing to the inside, I cocked my head.
“Your erection wasveryeasy to read.” He nipped at the corner of his mouth, wasting no time to lap his tongue across it, promptly flicking the piercing nestled inside against his teeth.
Enthralled by that simple movement, I took a single step. Placing my hand above his head, I leaned over him. “Then take care of it,beautiful.”
“Is that you asking me to suck your cock?” Looking up at me beneath his lashes, he darted his attention down my body again. “Because I had far more planned than merely allowing you to fuck my face,Mr. Harveil.”
“Well, would you like me to remain in the hallway?—”
His fingers curled around my collar, and he ripped me inside with a force I hadn’t expected, given his lithe frame. Pulling me past him, he kicked the door shut, latching the lock with a simple flick of his wrist. Pivoting, he turned to face me, not giving me the time to fully appreciate the ink on his back.
“Well?”
An excited chuckle rolled from me as I dropped my jacket to the ground. This man wasinteresting,and I liked it. Hell, he was more than that.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned against the wall. “Tell me. What did you have planned?”
