‘Tell me what you want, Scarlett.’
He trails kisses, one after another, down my neckline to the top of my back. I watch his faint reflection in the glass, following his every move.
‘I want you.’ Admitting it aloud sends heat exactly where I want him to be.
He traces a finger down the length of my spine and follows it with his lips.
I whimper under his touch. I wanted him to take me out of my head. He’s doing it.
He pushes the thin straps of my dress over my arms, the material falling to the floor, pooling at my feet. His hands and arms are warm against my bare waist, exposed in only a stocking ensemble and heels.
‘Where do you want me, baby?’
I reach behind me, digging my nails into his thighs.
Holding my chin in his hand, he forces me to look at our reflection. ‘Show me where you want me.’
I move my hand over his on my stomach and slide it south until his fingers cup me over my lace thong, all the while watching the erotic sight of two strangers in the window. It feels bold, brazen, another moment that’s far outside my comfort zone. Yet, I groan as he firms his hold, pressing my swollen lips against my clit, sending thrills through my core.
With his hands on my shoulders, he turns me to him, Gregory Ryans, in his fine tailoring with his stunning intensity. The way his hungry eyes take in each curve of my body makes me feel more woman than I’ve ever felt. More confident. My fingers trace the line of his jaw and I press my chest against him, feeling the delicious chafe of his shirt against my stiff nipples. Our lips crash against each other fiercely and I swallow the vibrations of his moan when his tongue meets mine.
We match each other stroke for stroke, lapping, sucking and biting frantically. My need to have him throbs between my legs. The touch of his warm, wet mouth on my neck has me throwing my head back, baring my skin to him, wanting more. He cups my naked breasts in his hands as his tongue moves across my collarbone and I gasp as he tweaks the hard tips between his finger and thumb. Then he moves his mouth over the sensitive skin, sucking hard before pulling the end through his teeth on an animalistic growl. The wicked sensation of pain and delicious pleasure makes my back arch, my breaths heavy.
‘You like that.’
I run my tongue across my thirsty lips. ‘It’s news to me, too.’
My hands grope his toned chest. Impatient to see what’s beneath his clothes and feel his skin on mine, I push his blazer to the floor. Looking down to where the fabric of his trousers is pulled tight across his bulging package, I loosen his belt then the button of his trousers with trembling fingers. My boldness rises with every move and sound of satisfaction I drag from him.
Unfastening his shirt, I trail slow kisses from his chest to his navel, finding the strength to maintain control. I push the smooth cotton back and down his arms, taking a moment to appreciate his sublime, lean torso, his toned muscles beneath olive skin, the trail of hair leading to exactly where I want to go.
Every one of my senses is in overdrive. This can’t be real. This apartment. This man. He wants me and in this moment, I think there’s no price I wouldn’t pay to have him. Nothing I wouldn’t give.
He traces my collarbone with his lips, his tongue sweetly licking my charged skin as he kicks off his shoes. A breathy moan leaves his chest as I slip my hand inside his trousers, cupping his solidness over his tight boxers. The sight of him, looking at me through lust-filled, hooded eyes drives the muscles inside my sex crazy. Keeping my eyes on his, I bend to my knees, taking his trousers down with me, and remove his socks. His chest rises with a heavy breath and he leans his head back. I take his boxers in my teeth and slowly lift them from his hips, praying I can pull off this move. Relieved, surprised and turned on beyond belief when his hard cock is exposed.
It matches his body – long, wide. I have no idea whether I’ll be able to accept it but anticipation has me licking my lips. His index finger lifts my chin so I’m looking into his seductive browns. Following my gaze, I stand, rubbing my pelvis against his shaft as I rise. The tip of his length grazes my clit, driving me to a place beyond desperation.
My head is spinning and the only thing that’s clear to me is how much I need him to fill me.
‘Like what you see?’ His words are deep, sultry.
‘Fuck me, Gregory.’
In a swift change of pace, he pushes me back against the window and pins my wrists above my head with one hand. With the entire city beneath us, he kisses me passionately, pressing his body against mine, growling as his hips circle against my pelvis. My legs part to allow his erection between them. With his free hand, he feels his way through my labia, his movement smooth against the slick flesh, and teases my taut knot with the head of his cock. Then he holds my face with a hand on my neck and takes my mouth, his tongue swirling around mine with the same purposeful, controlled rhythm of his gyrating hips.
Everything that attracted me to him – power, danger, control – I want to unravel. I want to be the woman who takes a wrecking ball to his shield. Cliché doesn’t make it any less true.
Unlike in every other part of my life, I want to lose myself. I want to relent control to him. ‘Now, please.’
He traces his fingertips down my body, every nerve ending tingling in their wake, and cups my sex, stroking his fingers through my centre, driving the air from my lungs. He stares deep into my eyes as he moves his fingers to his mouth and sucks my wetness from them the way he took the juice of my strawberry just hours ago.
My hips rise at the sight of him indulging in my taste. I’m close to orgasm just watching him.
‘You taste so fucking good, Scarlett.’
My eyes close and I swallow, trying to suppress the burning need. Then two fingers thrust inside me and as my breaths come thick and fast, his thumb moves over my clit, lifting me to the brink.
‘You’re drenched.’
