“I want to be in that club tonight with your taste on my tongue, knowing no one else will ever know what it’s like.”
“God,” she moans.
“Is that a yes?” I hedge.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Lifting my head from her neck, I find her eyes. Her pupils are blown, and the usual light, sparkling blue irises are dark and hungry.
“Are you sure?”
I hate to drag this out any longer than necessary, but I need to know she’s doing this for the right reasons.
“Don’t say yes because you think it’s what I want. I want to do it because it’s what you want. Everything is on your terms, Freya. Everything.”
She nods as she chews on her bottom lip again. I don’t know what kind of lipstick the makeup artist used, but it’s still there.Which is a really good thing because I don’t intend of holding back tonight.
“I want…I want…that.”
“You want me to taste you?”
She nods again, her face beet red.
Fuck, I love that look on her.
Leaning over her, I claim her lips in another filthy kiss, but this one doesn’t last as long. I need my mouth elsewhere.
I kiss down her throat and across her chest again, but as soon as my lips hit the top of her dress, I take a step back.
“Lie back,” I command, watching as she instantly rests back on her elbows, her legs still spread around me.
Her dress is bunched up around her waist, showing me the sexy pair of black lace panties she’s wearing.
I drag my tongue across my bottom lip in preparation.
God, I need her.
Sliding my palms up her legs, I skim my thumbs across the edging of her panties at the juncture of her thighs. The lace is soaked, and I can’t lie, that does good things to my ego.
“I bet you’ve got such a pretty pussy.”
“Oh my god,” she whispers.
“Nah, baby. It’s Cole, Cole Hansley.”
A manic laugh spills from her lips. “You did not just—” Her words cut off when I tuck my fingers under the fabric around her waist and drag her panties down her legs.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, the second my eyes drop to her center.
I was right.
Fucking perfect.
“Freya.” Her name leaves my lips like a prayer.
She whimpers, her thighs threatening to close as embarrassment takes hold.
“Oh no,” I warn, spreading her thighs wider. “You don’t hide from me.” I look up so she can see how deadly serious I am. “Ever. You’re perfect.”
