GLASS_ A Standalone Novel - Arianne Richmonde Page 0,27
pore, weakening me, strengthening me. The flavor of his taste made me know in that instant that nobody could ever fill my senses with so much ecstasy as Daniel Glass. I let him suck on me, sucking out my shallow breaths as if they were my last. I could have died in that kiss and I wouldn’t have even been aware. He was the vampire, and I his food. I didn’t care.
That’s how hopelessly lost I was with this man.
I heard my cell go and had every intention to ignore it. But it jolted Daniel out of the moment like an intruding alarm bell. He drew his head back. I could still feel the solid ridge of his cock pressed up against me, and I knew what I was going to do next: lie back on that sun lounger and let him take all of me. Every single inch of my desperate, pleading body. I could feel another surge of wetness pooling between my thighs. I’d never felt so ready.
“Janie,” he said. His eyes were smiling although his mouth didn’t tell the same tale. “I need to cool off.”
What? He took his arm away from my waist, released my head, and before I could say a word, ripped off his T-shirt, kicked off his jeans, and dove into the pool.
I grabbed my cell. Furious with it for interrupting me. It was Star.
“Hey,” I said in a curt clip.
“Janie, is he coming on to you by any chance?”
“Maybe.” I watched Daniel as his streamline body cut through the water in a fast crawl.
“You need to leave, babe.”
“I don’t think I’m going anywhere right now.”
“Okay, let me get straight to the point. You know I said you’d be sloppy seconds?”
“Yes, but—”
“You’d be sloppy tenths,” she interrupted.
“What are you talking about?”
“Daniel Glass is on a pussy rampage right now. Word has it—even in the last couple of days? He’s fucked like, three women.”
“But that’s not his style,” I hissed into the line, “and he’s still mourning his wife!”
“Open up your big brown Bambi eyes and listen to me. I have this from a seriously sound source. Daniel is majorly fucking around right now. His wife is dead, he’s hurting, and he’s on a roll. I do not want you to be another notch on his bedpost.”
Jealousy seared me like a scalding iron. “Who? Who’s he fucked?”
“Tall blond actresses and models. All Natasha Jürgen lookalikes. He gets to cherry pick. In Hollywood, being a director is akin to being a Greek god. Or a king. Even for the pockmarked ugly ones. But for someone as good looking as Daniel Glass, women—particularly wannabe starlets—wait in line. Around the block. Apparently he has a huge dick too, and they’re screaming for seconds, but he’s loving and leaving them and acting like a prize jerk. Janie, keep away from him until he gets this fuckathon out of his system.”
My eyes strayed back to Daniel, who had just gotten out of the pool. His body was cut like the fine piece of Glass it was. His legs, strong and muscular, his ass tight and oh, just so right. It made me sick to think he was screwing around. Yet not with me! Daniel, a promiscuous player? It just didn’t suit his personality. But Star was right. I couldn’t risk it. Just one chastising look from him could send me into a post-mortem for days. Even weeks. If I had sex with him and then he ignored me afterward, it would destroy me. I had to stay strong, no matter how tempting he was.
I eyed him up as he grabbed a towel, water dripping off him like shining crystals. Fuck, he was handsome. Beautiful. Men just weren’t made like him anymore. No, they looked too “done” these days, too pampered, like they’d made a ton of effort looking into a mirror and preening themselves—shoving products in their hair. Even shaving their chests and balls. So unmanly! So self-obsessed. Not Daniel—he was naturally good looking without having to try—pure one hundred percent tough, alpha male, every last inch of him, especially where it counted most. I wanted to explore him, immerse myself in him, but I knew how dangerous he was. At least, for me.
He sauntered toward me, smiling, his straight white teeth the only part of him that looked wholly American. He’d once told me he was a mixture of Italian, Cherokee, Irish, Scottish, Polish, and English. He was mysterious, ruthless, kind, unrelenting, unusual, and most importantly, his mind