Perfect.
The touch of his fingers is hypnotic. Their very presence is an addicting sensation, like the rush of adrenaline just before a fall.
My defenses subside and my shoulders slump while he works my body like he knows every inch of it. I unknowingly lean in so far that my temple brushes against his smooth skin. I tilt my head up to find myself just a kiss away from the hard lines of his abs. Lines carved as if from granite cut through his solid muscle tone. A heavier breath pushes from my lungs causing him to shift as my exhale washes down the thin trail of hair that leads down the lowest part of his stomach. Down. Down. Down...
My gaze lowers, and then lifts back up.
His light brown eyes pulse with a deep green ring around them. His hands against my body halt entirely. All that exists between us is the way he looks at me right now. It’s a hot spark of energy, a fire of want.
A blaze of lust.
His head dips forward and I don’t even think about it as I sit up on my knees. His hands shift. My chest presses against his, but it’s still not enough.
“Vuitton?” I ask in the breath of a voice. Barely a sound, not even a word at all.
More of a moan.
Then he presses his lips hard to mine, parting my lips and tasting the desire lacing his name on my tongue. The warmth of his hands shift, and the strength of those palms slides down my body in a controlling and delicious way. I arch into him as he wraps his hands around my thighs and slides my body up against the bed. He positions me just how he needs, his thickness is hard between my thighs, his hips nestle perfectly between mine.
Then I realize he isn’t using my body for himself at all.
He positions himself just a fraction of an inch over me. His hold on my thighs slips around my hips, and then his fingers are teasing along my stomach, just over the button of my jeans. Warmth flashes across my flesh in a shiver that shakes all throughout me.
His kisses slow down. He pulls back just slightly, allowing our gazes to shift over one another. Our breaths clash in the air between us.
As he second guesses his actions and my desires, I make it totally clear for him.
I just want to drown in the energy he gives off.
Perhaps it’s the human part of me firing off warning flares, or maybe it really is some kind of supernatural magic.
But I want more of that addicting spark that’s glowing between us.
My fingers slide from between his, just to unsnap my jeans before I slam my lips back into his. A groan shivers between our mouths and I’m honestly not sure if it’s mine or his. The flick of his tongue against mine spirals unending energy right through my core, but it’s nothing compared to the static sensation that blazes over my flesh the moment his warm fingers trail down my abdomen. It’s a casual pace, an exploration of my soft skin against the roughness of his palm. It slows even more when his fingertips dip down, then sneak beneath my jeans.
My back arches to help him get to where I want him to go faster, but he simply maintains that leisurely pace of his touch. The heat of his fingers stop just above my clit, so I’m forced to grind myself against his palm.
This time, the low rumble of pleasure isdefinitelyhis. It’s a delicious sound that sends a whimper from my own lips as I thrust my hips once more against the frustrating space between his hand and my wetness.
At the sound of my want, he kisses me harder, so hard it hurts, but fuck it also feels so good.
And then…
Cold sweeps in as air flurries my hair and before I can even open my eyes, the crack of wood is sounding through the room as his hand collides with the nearly open door. It jars shut with a harsh slam against his palm.
Vuitton’s eyes are a wild timber color. His blonde hair is a mess across his bronze features and there’s even aggression in his posture.
As for me, I’m still panting like a mad woman who just fucked the memory of a ghost. And that ghost is long gone now. I’m alone and spread wide on the tangle of my blankets. The span of the bedroom separates me from him as we stare wide eyed at one another.
I can’t believe we just did that.
I just fucked this stranger’s hand, and now he’s all but running for the door.
“I—” An apology of some bizzare sort is on the tip of my tongue, but it gets cut off.
“Knock, Prey!” Vuitton growls, his hand curling into a violent fist as he continues to hold the door shut.
“It’d be my pleasure.” A taunting tone says from the other room. “But it sounded like…troublein there.”
