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I was offended.
I might have been younger than him, but I’d lived ten lifetimes in my twenty-five years. “I’m not a kid!” I turned my back and started walking out of the kitchen when he caught my arm, pulling me to a stop. “What?” I whirled around, hearing the anger in my voice. “Take advantage? Pfft! I old enough to dance almost naked in a club but I too young for your bed? Or you like women only? What you doing in Dance Hall Bo—”
He cut off my words, grabbing me with both hands, yanking me up against his body, and crashing his mouth down on mine.
His scent surrounded me, filling all my senses as I melted against his hard body. Being in his arms was a heady thing and I felt boneless. He was so much taller than me and knowing this sent fireworks shooting through my veins. He groaned, slipping his tongue into my mouth, only exploring at first. Soon, though, I fell under the spell he weaved with a fiery, wild passion I’d never experienced. I’m Boricua. How can that be? My head was swimming and I could barely breathe as I kissed him right back.
I wanted him desperately…had wanted him from the moment I’d seen him making his way through the crowded club the night we’d met. I’d stared down at him from my elevated perch as he’d moved past men who’d openly drooled over him. I’d watched him shake his head at several guys who threw themselves at him. He was wanted, this was clear to me, but I could see he was picky, and it had instantly intrigued me. He’dmoved around the edge of the dance floor with a grace that was hard to achieve when you were as tall as he was. He’d caught my eye immediately, towering over all the other guys in the club but it was more than that…something I hadn’t been able to identify at the time.
Now, having him in my arms, submitting to his punishing kisses, feeling his enormous erection pressing into me, had me ready to combust. I held onto his neck, threading my fingers up into his short hair, wishing it was just a little longer so that I could pull it to make him moan again. He kissed me for long minutes as he held me against him. I searched out all the corners of his delicious mouth with my tongue, hungry for him. When he finally broke the kiss and looked down at me, the smoky blue of his eyes was smoldering, flashing fire as he ran his gaze all over my face.
“I shouldn’t be doin’ this.”
“Kissing me?”
“Wantin’ a man your age.”
I stared up into his eyes. “It does not matter. Age is only number, Rex, but—” I glanced away. He took hold of my chin, turning me to face him.
“What is it?”
I swallowed hard, knowing if he rejected me, it was going to break my heart. “If you don’t want me—”
He pressed two fingers over my lips. “You think I don’t want you?” He reached for one of my hands, bringing it to his groin. “You’re wrong.”
I touched him eagerly, feeling the hard cock under the well-worn denim of his bulging jeans, grinning at the wet spot I felt there, knowing where it’d come from. The scent of precome hitmy nostrils making me groan again. “Take me to bed, cowboy.”
Chapter Five
CACHI
Rex picked me up as if I weighed nothing, cupping my ass through my jeans as I wound my legs around his waist. He lowered his mouth and began kissing me again as he started walking. I had an idea where we were headed but I was so into what we were doing that I really didn’t care where it happened. If he’d bent me over his couch or laid me out on his hardwood floors, I wouldn’t have cared, as long as it happened. He stopped us at a door and kicked it open before going into what had to be his bedroom. He strode across the floor, only stopping when he broke the kiss and looked down at me. “Let go.”
The way he said it…the rumbling sound deep down in his throat, made me shiver. I grinned, letting my legs go slack, dropping them from his waist, and sliding down the front of his body. He kept me close, holding me against him until my feet hit the ground. He grunted as he stepped back as if it pained him to let even a sliver of daylight separate us. I was flattered, but more importantly, I was here, in his bedroom.
Guys I knew here usually wanted a quick fuck in a backroom or their car, never in the home they’d welcomed me into. It had been different in Puerto Rico but here it was like being a go-go dancer meant I should settle for something less. But I could already see Rex stood head and shoulders above any of the guys I’d slept with before…both literally and figuratively.
I glanced around the room as I found my footing, noting how big and clean it was before he pushed me backward. I fell back on his bed and he followed me down, hovering over me ashe planted both hands either side of my shoulders. He instantly lowered his mouth and my lips opened to him again.
Rex was an amazing kisser and for a second, I felt jealous, knowing how much practice he must’ve had with past lovers to be as good as he was. I wound my arms around his shoulders, feeling the enormous width of them, once again feeling small beneath him, totally at this much bigger man’s mercy.
I wound my hands around his neck, sliding my fingers into his hair. It was soft to the touch, and I wondered how much more there was beneath his clothes. Just thinking about him naked, had my cock hard and ready. I held him to me, slanting my mouth to get a better angle. When he finally broke the kiss and then slid to the floor between my legs, I propped myself up on both elbows to watch him. This was too good to miss.
Rex pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before looking at me. His lips were swollen and red, and I could already feel the razor burn he’d given me from the whiskers. He stared at me, slowly sliding both palms up my thighs as he leaned in. I held my breath, knowing I’d burst into flames if he didn’t get me naked soon.
He reached for my belt buckle and opened it with quick fingers. I was panting heavily, barely able to catch my breath as he lowered the zipper on my jeans. I watched the top of his head as he bent over, slipping off one sandal, then the other.
When he looked up again and smiled at me, I saw the lust in his eyes…and watched the vein on his neck throb. He sat back on his heels and looked down at the bulge straining against my boxer briefs visible through the open zipper of my pants.
He leaned forward as I shuddered from the touch of his strong hands on my thighs. His mouth opened and he leaned down to cover the fabric encasing my cock with wet lips. I bit mylip so I wouldn’t climax right then and there. I wanted him to take his sweet time with this, knowing it would be a mistake if I took him by the back of the head and pushed him to my groin.
He mouthed my dick through the thin fabric, using lips and tongue to drag moans out of me. When he glanced up at me, I silently pleaded with my eyes, needing him to move things along. He smiled, and the teasing in that smile, nearly undid me. Having Rex Monroe here in his bed was not only going to be exciting, but fun. I could sense it.
He reached for the waistband of my boxer briefs and pushed it up and over the head of my cock, letting it spring free. I shivered all over, barely able to contain my excitement as his gaze connected with mine. I watched as the tip of his tongue snaked out and licked up the precome leaking from my slit.
“Rex!” I gasped.
Heat flared in his eyes. “I knew you’d taste delicious.” Before I could reply, he sucked the head of my cock inside. I gasped again, wiggling and shivering with desire. His tongue teased my cock, and he firmed his lips to give just the perfect amount of pressure as he sucked.
