The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

'Are you sure' He turns to face me as we stop outside his door. I look at his gorgeous face and smile.

'Yes,' I reply breathily, and he grins down at me, a dark grin that promises bad things.

He unlocks the door and gestures for me to enter first, I step inside, my heels clicking against the wooden floor.

'Let me give you a quick tour,' he suggests.

I gasp as he turns on the lights and I take in his sleek, modern kitchen. He shows me the living room, his bedroom, the spare bedroom and the two bathrooms.

'This place is incredible,' I breathe, mainly just shocked that a guy's apartment is so clean.

'Do you have a cleaner' I ask, he looks at me for a moment and then laughs.

My heart skips a beat at the sight, he looks so unbelievably attractive, his whole face lit up with his smile.

'No, I don't, I'm just never here for very long,' he explains.

He offers me a glass of wine which I gratefully accept. Although I'm still filled with desire for this gorgeous man, I'm nervous.

We sit down on his sofa and talk some more; I'm pleased that our attraction is not just physical. We have so much chemistry, he has me laughing every few minutes and I find myself growing fond of his cheeky banter.

Most guys put me off with their arrogance, but somehow Rixon's confidence just makes me fancy him even more.

'Best part of the apartment.' He gestures at the floor—to—ceiling windows opposite us. I get to my feet and pad over to the window, having kicked off my heels a while ago.

'Wow,' I breathe, stunned by the sight of the city at night, golden lights glowing everywhere.

'I know. It would have been a waste to rent the penthouse and rarely stay in it, so I decided a couple of floors below it would still provide a good view,' he says and I'm suddenly aware of his looming presence behind me.

I turn around and my eyes widen as I look up to meet his dark eyes, he gazes down at me with such a heated look, I have to inhale sharply. He leans down and I know he intends to kiss me, so I look up and let our lips touch.

He kisses me, one hand squeezes my hip, the other slides up my back and tangles into my hair, holding the back of my neck whilst his tongue runs over my bottom lip. I eagerly open my mouth and I run my hands through his black locks as his tongue touches mine. I can barely think straight as he pulls me close, so that my breasts are pressed up against his hard chest.

He pulls away and trails kisses down my jaw to my neck, where he begins sucking gently. My mouth falls open in a gasp and I have to lock my arms around his neck to keep myself standing as his teeth graze over the sensitive skin on my neck. This man seems to know all my weaknesses.

'I want you so much, amore,' he whispers gruffly and pulls back to look into my eyes.

'Are you sure you want this You can still say no,' he tells me, and I feel reassured by his concern.

'Of course I want this,' I reply, running my fingers over the stubble on his square jaw. He closes his eyes briefly and groans, the sound goes straight between my legs.