He raised his eyebrows. “So, you’ll stay in my bed while I sleep there?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, but then can I make another request?”
“Of course.”
“I want you in my bed for more than one night.”
Shit. I don’t think I ever want to leave this bed.
Right as I was going to say something, he continued, “I know it’s weird, but...in some ways...well in many ways, I’m a very spoiled man that likes to get what he wants.”
“Okay.”
“I want you in my bed, and I’m not talking about sex or cuddling.”
“Then, why?”
Because I damn sure love being in your bed.
“I like your scent on my sheets. I like your warmth filling the room. I’ve been so alone all year. I like your presence in here.”
Damn it. I’ll never be able to concentrate on anything, but him.
I swallowed. “I like staying in your room too.”
“Then stay,” he whispered.
I drank him in, taking in the sharp angles of his cheek and nose, those sexy full lips, the silky black hair curling around his shoulders. “I will stay if you stop sleeping in the chair.”
“I will.” He rose from his chair and slowly came to his large bed.
I maintained a neutral expression, yet on the inside, excitement fluttered around arousal. “This is a little weird.”
“We’re artists. Weird is normal. We run away from normalcy.” He lay down on the side of the bed closest to the door, not even getting under the covers or taking off his pants and shirt. “Are you comfortable?”
I got under the furry blankets. “I am.”
“Good. I want you to feel safe in here with me.” He turned my way. Heat and lust filled his gaze, mirroring everything I felt. “Are you scared that I’m so close?”
A nervous giggle left me. “No.”
I’m horny, but not scared. Terrified I might hump you in the middle of the night, yes, but no I’m not worried about you at all.
“Good. I’m glad you’re not scared,” he said. “My mother raised me right. Besides, I won’t touch you until you beg.”
My already hard nipples tightened some more, so much that I blurted out my next question, “And how do you know I’ll beg?”
“Simone. Simone.” He rolled over onto his back, closed his eyes, and smiled. “You’ll see.”
As I watched him in the moonlight, I had no idea how I would fall asleep. Suddenly, my gown was confining. There were no more maybes in my mind regarding my desire for him. I wanted to beg for his lips, for his tongue. Beg for the feel of his smooth skin and the hardness of his muscular chest. And most of all, I wanted to beg for that cock until he stuffed me with it all night long.
I can’t believe I told him maybe. Who was I kidding? He’s right. I’ll be begging soon.
Chapter 14
Giovanni
Music is real.
It affects people;
it's real.
~Prince
Sleep never came for me. How could I sleep with Simone so close? All I could think about was moving those fur blankets away and devouring her body.
Constantly, my mind wandered to the fact that she was in my bed. She’d looked so good this evening, so goddamn beautiful that Ru and I had participated in a dick measuring contest throughout dinner, just to get her attention.
And now, all I craved was to suck on her lips and mess up that lovely hair. My cock grew hard, stiff, straining against my pants, creating a tent pushing up to the ceiling.
Was she asleep?
She lay facing me. Moonlight bathed most of her curves, but shadows hid her face.
Did she know how bad I yearned for her? Did she hear me groaning every few seconds as I stirred?
This shit was unbearable but eye-opening for my ego. Never had I lay in bed with a woman that I wanted to fuck, and not have her naked and moving under me. Never. I always got what I wanted from a woman, immediately. No one ever made me wait longer than a few hours for sex. Yet, here she’d been in my bed for days, and all I’d done was kiss her.
God, her lips are so fucking soft. Will she let me kiss her again? Fuck. Listen to me. I sound like an awkward teenager.
I was sure Jason was staring down and laughing at me.
Fuck. I got to take a shower.
Sighing, I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. A shower had to be the solution. I wondered if I should jack off in there too, calm the hunger down so that I wouldn’t poke her in the eye with a blue-balled-accompanied erection in the morning.
Yes. A shower and a quick tug of my cock could do the job.
I was just getting ready to leave the bed when her beautiful voice filled the air. “Can’t go to sleep either?”
She’s up?
My cock throbbed at the tip. I struggled with not turning around and kissing her. Earlier, I’d just boasted how I would make her beg, and here I was, ready to plead and give her all the money in the world if she just opened those legs for me.