“Goddamn, woman. Kiss me,” he whispered as his perfect aquiline nose touched mine.
I shut my eyes and crashed my mouth against his, letting his tongue slip in and completely wreck me. I breathed him in… warm, minty, addictive… savoring every second. One kiss, and I was his.
Oh, God.
It was damn good. His mouth claimed mine, hungry, hot, like he was breathing through me. Like he needed me to live.
Then our eyes locked.
And something snapped.
Emotion surged, raw, unbearable. I saw too much. Want. Need. A flicker of something terrifying: hope.
My body jolted.
Not from fear. From feeling.
I pulled back, not to play games, but because I needed air. That wild, hungry rush burned on my lips as I darted for the door, adrenaline surging. This wasn’t just a tease. It was real, intense enough to scare me.
“Vera,” he called, sprinting after me. “Don’t leave.”
I turned to face him, teeth sinking into my lip. “That kiss got to me. More than I expected.”
“Then let’s get real. Let’s go deeper.” His green eyes pinned me in place. “Take me. Taste me.” He reached for my hand, voice dropping. “Come on. Trust me.”
I took Alistair’s hand, gravitating back to him. My fingers traced the strength in his shoulders, the firmness of his chest, and the details of every vein and muscle that created his powerful arms. He grabbed my buttocks, pressing my pelvis against his hardened groin.
“Wanna continue our kiss?” he murmured into my ear.
“Yeah.” I nodded, taking in the heat of his lips again.
Maybe I’d traded my soul for his with one shaky breath, one skipped heartbeat, and a kiss that left me starving. I finally broke away, pulse racing, skin flushed and alive. That was hands-down the most intoxicating moment of my life and it was with the city’s most notorious player.
I was ready.
I wanted to be with Alistair.
His eyes shifted from angelic enchantment to sinful delight. “You know, Vera, I would have kept hunting you if you ran away.”
“You’re dangerous,” I said, tracing his chiseled cheekbones. “Still, I’m willing to take a chance.”
Forget caution, I went straight for his belt, unbuckling it with hungry fingers while guiding his hands to the zipper on mydress. One pull and my clothes slipped to the floor, leaving me bare and burning for him.
“I’m impulsive,” Alistair murmured, nipping at my earlobe, his tongue teasing my skin. “You have no idea how much I want you. Tell me, do you want me just as bad?”
I nodded, lips parting as his thumb traced over them, then dipped inside. I closed around it, sucking, tasting salt and heat, watching his eyes darken with every slow pull.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he groaned, his thumb pressing deeper inside my mouth before he slid it out. He crushed his lips to mine, hot and demanding, then paused, breath mingling with mine as the tension built.
“What’s your safe word, sweetheart?”
“Trust. And yours?”
“Fire. Take your bra and your panties off,” Alistair commanded, spanking my ass cheek. I felt the sharp sting of his stiff fingers leave red marks on my skin.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whispered, popping open his shirt buttons one by one. “You planning to fuck me tonight, or just tease?”
“As long as we play it safe.” He fished a condom from his pocket and threw it on the circular bed. He removed his Oxford shoes, dark wool socks, and tailored pants, placing them neatly near the jacuzzi.
