She stood up, shaking her empty glass. “No, ya don’t. You love me. And I love you. Going to get another pour.”
“Don’t get drunk.”
She walked to the door. “I make no such promises. By the way, have the guys seen you all dolled up before?”
I shrugged, not recalling.
She gave a dry laugh. “It’s going to be an orgy up in here tonight. Glad I moved out.”
She then opened the door and walked out before I could say anything back.
I looked back in the mirror, still unsure about the dress. Lila had pushed me into buying it, but I had to admit, I did like the way I looked.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see Lance standing at the door frame. He looked amazing in a pair of royal blue slacks and a white V-neck sweater that fit him like a glove.
His blue eyes widened, and his lips tightened, but I had no idea what he was thinking. His hands grasped the doorknob as if it were a crutch to support him. His scent was stronger than normal, and I could already feel my core flutter under his aroma and intense gaze.
He moved into my room, closing the door behind him and locking it. His eyes never left me, bleeding into the amber wolf color. My heart lurched. What was going on?
“Everything okay?” I asked, my voice shaky.
“I came to see if you were ready to go.” His voice was a tad deeper than normal. There was an edge to it, as if he were straining to talk.
I walked over to him, cautious. Why was he being weird again? He’d seemed mostly fine the past couple of weeks, but now he looked like he was having indigestion. “If we’re ready to go, then why’d you close the door?”
He snatched me by the waist, pressing me to him. I yelped in surprise as my body slammed into his. I could feel that he was already hard. He kissed me with such force I thought he would bite me. Of course, he didn’t. Instead, he opened my mouth with his tongue until he met my own, deepening our kiss. My body tingled, and I pressed my breasts against his chest, surprising myself with how I was enjoying his aggressiveness.
He pulled away from my mouth, much to my chagrin, and gave me a pained look. But it wasn’t only pain. No, there was something else behind those eyes I had not seen before. Wonderment?
He grabbed the sides of my face, his brows knitting together, his whiskey scent almost growing stronger, wrapping around me in a comforting embrace. “Billie, I know I’ve done a shit job of expressing it, but I care about you. I’m falling hard, and I need you to be happy. Are you happy? Be honest.”
My heart sped up as he spoke. He wasn’t the only one falling hard. It was why I cared so much what he thought of me. I nodded again. I was more than happy. I was fulfilled. I hadn’t thought about it until that moment, but that was exactly how I felt now.
He pressed his forehead to mine. “Good, that’s really good. Then, baby girl, I’m going to need you to take that dress off for me because if I touch it, I’m going to rip it up, and we don’t want that, do we?”
My knees buckled but I somehow remained upright. “No,” I managed to croak out.
I stepped away from him, toward my bed, as I lowered the straps of my dress. Once at the bed, I shimmed out of it, my body heating with anticipation.
“Very good.” He pulled his sweater over his head, tossing it to the floor. I took in a deep breath, his chest was really divine. All smooth hardness and toned muscle. I’d have to lick his skin tonight. Would he taste as sweet as his scent?
He loosened his belt buckle. “Take your bra and panties off for me, baby.”
Ugh, the way he said it, so smooth and soft, drenched my core. I got out of my undergarments quickly and remained standing, expecting his next order. I wasn’t usually the type of woman who just blindly did as I was told, but in bed, things were a tad different.
He got out of his pants and briefs. Holy thick thighs! I fought an urge to touch them, to feel the sculptured muscle beneath his skin. He really was built like a pro-wrestler. I gazed up from his thighs as his hand began to stroke his massive member, the tip already glistening with pre-cum that I wanted to lick off. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
I did as I was told, excited for what was next. I could already feel myself leaking slick down my thighs, ready for him to glide right on in.
He climbed onto the bed and dipped his head to my breast, gently biting and sucking each nipple, sending a zap of pleasure that bordered on pain. I moaned and wiggled underneath of him.
He gave me a gentle smile. “Lift your hands above your head.”
I complied, and he clasped my hands together by the wrist with one of his large hands. He then kissed my mouth again, hard, and I lifted my hips in hopes to feel him in me. He reached between us and pushed two of his thick fingers inside me, pumping in and out.
I would come just from his fingers, but that wasn’t what I wanted. “Fuck me, please,” I breathed out.
He didn’t respond, his eyes giving a brilliant glow that mesmerized me. He flicked his tongue over my lips as he removed his fingers from me, giving me a wicked grin as he watched me squirm beneath him. I then felt him slowly penetrate me, pushing deep within. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I rode the wave of his movements. He drove in and out of me, groaning as he moved, his large hand still around my wrists. I wanted to touch him, feel the muscles on his back. However, the loss of control was also turning me on. He thrust harder and harder, stretching me and brushing against my clit with his knot.
