‘I want you in my bed,’ he says, breaking our kiss fleetingly then parting my lips again with his ravishing tongue.
‘I want to be in your bed,’ I confess.
Jackson has already drawn up the screen in the Mercedes and doesn’t bother to open the door for me, leaving Gregory to lead me into the back by the hand. Before the car pulls away from London City Airport, I’m pulled onto Gregory’s lap and my mouth is taken by his.
Jackson drops us at the entrance and I’m too concerned with the perfect man dragging me inside by the hand to wonder where Jackson goes. I giggle as Gregory tugs me through the entrance to the Shard and bounces his feet impatiently as we wait for the lift.
The doors open and he punches in64. He glares at the doors, waiting for them to close, then he pushes my back against the lift wall. He lifts both my arms above my head and holds them in place with one hand, then pushes his mouth against mine, biting, sucking and tasting just like him. A taste I can’t get enough of. I match him with each nibble and each stroke of his tongue. The need to have him inside me is already unbearable.
The lift pings and Gregory’s impatience is evident as he roughly handles the door lock to the apartment. Then he pulls me to him with his hands on my arse and moves us inside, kicking the door shut behind him, then pressing my back up against it.
‘Gregory, I want you,’ I pant.
‘Oh no, baby, not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to cherish everything about you.’ He holds my face in his palms and gazesinto my eyes. ‘The way you move.’ Kiss. ‘The way you feel.’ Kiss. ‘The way you shout my name when I make you come.’ Kiss. ‘And I want you in my bed.’
His words drive the hunger in my sex. Anything. Any way. I’ll take him as he is. However he likes. Because my head is already dizzy with burning lust and desire.
He drops his hand into mine and leads me upstairs. I watch his back move beneath his dinner jacket as I follow him into the bedroom. In front of the sleigh bed, he turns me, my back to his chest. He runs his fingertips from the palms of my hands at my sides, up the length of my arms and drops a kiss on each of my shoulder blades. I’m warm but his touch makes the hairs on my body stand on end. He works the clasp of the platinum diamond chain around my neck as he trails kisses across the top of my back.
‘Be careful with that; it’s loaned on your account.’
He leans forward and lifts the open chain from my body. ‘As it should be. We can talk about you paying for the dress yourself.’
He lays the necklace on the chaise longue and dims the lights in the room. Then Kenny G’s ‘Silhouette’ fills my ears. My feet remain firmly planted on the spot he left me but I watch as he removes his bow tie, shoes and socks and stalks towards me.
God, I want him.
He reaches me and presses his body against my bare back. ‘You really are captivating, Scarlett Heath.’
His teeth meet my lobe, then his tongue works down my neck and his lips brush my back. Moving one sleeve from my shoulder, he drops a kiss on my newly exposed skin, then follows the same pattern on the other side. He bends as he trails soft kisses and hot breaths down the length of my spine, locating the small zip beneath the draped material of the dressat the top of my coccyx. The zip is released. Standing, he pushes the garment from my shoulders and brings it to pool on the ground.
He studies me for a moment, unashamedly casting his eyes over my entire body, from my heeled feet, up the length of my thighs, my navel, my breasts, my face. His eyes are black, seductively so, when they meet mine, then move to my lace thong. ‘Everything about you…’ he says, only just loud enough to reach my ears above the music.
He steps towards me and with his palm on the small of my back he pulls me into him, my eyelids closing when his lips meet mine.
‘Open your eyes, baby. Keep them open the whole time. I want to see you. All of you.’
I do as he asks but there’s desperation behind his words that brings with it a feeling of panic deep in my chest –is this the end?I hold my breath until the feeling is drowned out by the swirl of his tongue. When he releases me for long enough, I move back and undo each of his shirt buttons. One. By. One. Never taking my open eyes from his.
My hands rest on his naked chest and I inhale deeply at the feel of his hot, firm skin, my fevered desire building. Pushing the shirt from his arms, I press my breasts against him as I unhook his cufflinks and let the shirt fall to the floor. He leans in and takes my neck with his mouth, breathing, sucking, licking.
‘I want to leave my mark on you,’ he says and in my moment of indulgence, I nod, moaning when I feel him drawing blood to the top of my skin.
I grind my pelvis against his crotch and feel him hard in his trousers. My hands move to the fastening and when I draw down the zip, I press my hand inside, cupping his solid pieceover his boxers. With a groan, he bites my lobe, the sound reverberating between my legs. I step back and push his trousers down his legs. He lifts his feet to free himself. I kneel up and take the rim of his boxers in my teeth pulling them down to his thighs, using my hands to take them to the floor. His hand moves to the back of my head. Encouraging me.
I need no encouragement. His proud erection is enough to have me licking my lips.
I cup his scrotum and stroke a finger from his back entrance to the base of his hard-on. Then I draw my thumb up his length and move in a circle over his tip and most sensitive spot. As his hips flex, I move my tongue to the hard bottom of his penis and drag it to the top, then on his groan, I wrap my mouth around him. My tongue circles his end as I suck and taste him. My hands move to his arse cheeks, my nails digging in. When I’ve made him wait long enough, I pull him into me, pushing my lips as far down as I can go, opening my throat and taking him to the back.
‘Scarlett!’
I move my mouth back slowly then plunge forward quickly, again digging my nails into the skin of his arse. His hand moves to my hair and yanks as his hips pull back and push forward again.
‘You’re amazing.’
I feel him tensing and move my hand to his sack, working every part of him. His hips lift in time to the sweeps of my tongue across his tip as I lap up his precome. I pump his length with a firm grip as I continue to suck and lick the top.
‘Jesus, Scarlett, that’s so fucking good.’
