I had an awareness of being carried up the stairs, then the caress of the silky sheets on the bare skin of my shoulders.
This was the part where he would take me and I’d get lost, but I wanted more from him first. I stopped him just as he tugged on my dress. The little strap fell down my shoulder.
“Fuck, please don’t tell me you want to stop now,” he growled, hair falling forward over his brown eye.
I actually could stop and just stare at him. The man was gorgeous, sexy in every way, and that darkness that lurked in his eyes just made him more alluring.
“This is the part where I end up naked and you’re still dressed.” I pointed out.
“You never complained before.” He loomed over me and pressed his hand to my waist.
I pulled back and pushed him on to the bed, surprising him. The old me wasn’t like this. Taking charge and seizing the moment to enjoy the godlike man who’d charmed her.
I slid onto his lap and straddled him. “I’m on top this time.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “What if I want you on your hands and knees?” He grabbed my ass with one hand and squeezed my breasts with the other.
An idea came to my mind. A crazy, sexy, cool idea I knew would drive him wild.
I pulled my dress over my head, revealing my nakedness. All I wore underneath was my panties. My pink lace panties from Victoria’s Secret that left very little to the imagination.
My breasts bobbled on release, and his cock hardened between my thighs. It pressed into my core. I pushed against him, pressing my hands to his chest, smiling at his stunned reaction.
“I’m sorry,boss, you’re going to have to wait.”
The stunned expression intensified, and sexual heat blazed in his eyes. “Angel Doll, you’re trying to kill me with your sexiness.” He looked at me like I was the most desirable thing in the world and ran his fingers over the tight peaks of my nipples.
“Don’t you dare die on me.” I took off his jacket and lifted his T-shirt over his head, unleashing the masterpiece of his amazing body.
I took the moment to admire him. The deep planes and contours of his abs, the steep ridges of perfection in each muscle, and those tattoos.
Along the right side of his torso was a Chinese dragon that curved around to his back. On his left side was a host of Celtic swirls that ran all the way down to the top of his hip.
I still couldn’t figure which was my favorite. I’d noticed a new tattoo the other night when we were together. A cross similar to the one on his cheek. This was tattooed on his heart. It hadn’t been there four years ago. It was lame that I’d memorized this man’s body so much when I was with him that I noticed everything, and any changes. He’d only gotten sexier in the last ten years. Sexier, more beautiful, more of a masterpiece.
When I first saw it, I wondered if he’d lost someone else and it was symbolic like the one on his cheek.
“Who is this for?” I asked cautiously, brushing my fingers over the inky black surface.
He caught my fingers and stared deeply into my eyes. “You.”
He held my gaze, freezing me in the moment, and we could have been the only two people on this earth. The powerful connection that flowed from me to him scared me. It scared me because I’d never felt this way about anyone.
It had been so many years since we’d actually been together, and I guess there was still that air of uncertainty, but I knew what my heart wanted.
He was a wish my heart had yearned for, for so long.
“Me…” My voice was barely above a whisper. “You thought you lost me?”
“I did lose you.” Despite the sadness in his eyes, he gave me a wolfish grin.
“I’m here.”
“You are.” He cupped my face and kissed me. “What are you going to do to me, Angel doll?” he spoke against my lips.
That kiss almost lulled me back into that passion that made me want him to take me, but I pulled back, taking charge again.
“This.” I reached for his belt buckle and slid off him to undo it and the buttons of his jeans.
