The flash of hunger more apparent.
My breath hitched as he walked forward, closing the distance as he’d done before. As he brushed his hand down my arm, sparks tingled where his skin met mine.
His chest rose and fell as he leaned in, slowly, methodically as if determined to treat what we were about to share as a rare delicacy.
This time as he captured my mouth, there was no tension, no desire to push him away. I allowed him to take control.
Barely seconds later, I moaned into the kiss and brushed my hands up his chest to his shoulders. The way his hands glided down my arms to the small of my back was thrilling, the tickle of white-hot heat tumultuous.
There were too many emotions, so many sensations that I was instantly overwhelmed. But the need, the burning desire kept me from breaking our intense connection.
Christian rubbed his hand up and down my back gently, yet with the firmness I’d come to expect from him.
The longing to touch him was magnified and I placed my hands on the buttons of his shirt, taking as much time to unbutton them as he was doing in enjoying the moment of passion.
When the task was completed, I rolled the material off his shoulders, dazzled by the heat exploding in my fingertips from touching his skin.
He allowed the material to fall to the floor, the only moment he wasn’t touching me. I sensed his possessiveness increasing. The feel of his chiseled muscles was as powerful as the kiss.
And the man.
As he fisted my hair, I closed my eyes, the anticipation of what he would do electrifying. The kiss became rough, reeking of passion and dominance. I rubbed the flats of my hands over his shoulders, marveling in his obvious strength.
He released my lips, trailing kisses along my jaw to my neck. The warm rush as his breath danced across my skin created an even deeper need within my core. With the fingers of his hand tangled in my hair, he slowly lowered the shoulder of my dress with the other.
“So fucking beautiful.” His murmur was guttural, leaving me shaking all over.
His exploration continued, the warmth of his lips as they trailed to the curve of my shoulder bringing a series of moans.
I bent my knee, rubbing my leg against his hip, longing to wrap my hand around his cock. He slipped his hand against my thigh, raking his fingertips down my shin to my foot. With a single tug, he removed my heel, tossing it to the side.
His hot, wet tongue continued to devour me, leaving my pussy clenching as the need continued to grow. He eased his hand under my dress, flicking his fingers across my swollen pussy lips before cupping my bottom. The way he squeezed, digging his fingers into my rounded flesh reminded me he was very much in control.
There were no questions asked, no additional rules set in motion. We both knew what he wanted.
What we both craved.
With a deep growl, he kissed me again, this time with more urgency.
When he stepped away, I felt a sense of loss. As he began to unfasten his trousers, I pulled off the second shoe, almost carelessly tossing it aside.
The bouncing motion finally brought a smile to his face.
Silently, I watched him, my mouth watering from being able to enjoy every inch of his body being unveiled. There’d been so much need before that I hadn’t allowed myself to savor the moment.
While the little voice inside of me nagged that this was still so very wrong, there was no chance of denying what we both wanted.
When he was completely naked, I allowed my gaze to fall to the deep V in his abdomen, laughing nervously as a wave ofembarrassment flooded me. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen a naked man before, but he was so godlike, a statue carved to perfection.
The thin line of lust and hate was broken, the dangerous, dominating side of him far too attractive.
When he finally stepped closer, I realized I couldn’t move. Just the look in his eyes kept shivers trailing down my spine.
Gentler than I believed him capable, he crawled the hem of my dress into his fists, pulling the material up and over my shoulders. He’d seen me without clothes. He’d been gifted with a strip show, something I would never believe I’d done, but there was something entirely different about the look in his eyes.
“You’re fucking astounding. Breathtaking.”
A moment of uncertainty hit me. As soon as I started to turn my head away, he pressed his finger under my chin, guiding it back to center.
