“I want you out of this dress,” he muttered as his restless hand bunched the fabric at my hip.
“I’m sewn into it,” I said teasingly. “Don’t you dare rip it off me and make me walk out of here naked. With cameras outside, nonetheless.”
The mental image of that seemed to make his pulse throb harder. His fingers dipped around to the dress’s high slit, plunging under the silky fabric to my bare skin. He caressed my thigh in tantalizing strokes before moving his hand to cup the round cheek of my bottom beneath my dress.
“You’re wearing underwear,” he chastised when his finger grazed the hem of my panties.
“With a dress slit this high? Did you want everyone to catch a glimpse of my bare ass if I moved the wrong way?”
“Get rid of them,” he commanded.
I broke off the kiss long enough to hike up the dress and shimmy out of my panties, letting them fall around my ankles. I managed to extract one foot from the silky fabric, but before I could step out of them with the other, Severn grabbed me around the bottom, lifting me to straddle his hips. The panties dangled from my high heel.
With one hand still plunged under the dress slit, his other hand tugged at the dress hem until it was bunched around my hips. He carried me to the door, where he pressed my back against it, grinding his hips against mine.
Something squeaked outside, like a footstep.
“Wait,” I gasped.
I went quiet, listening. I thought maybe I’d heard someone coming for their purse or jacket and could only imagine the shock of discovering us here. The city’s most gossip-worthy couple half-naked in a coat closet. But thankfully, a few seconds ticked by with no intruders.
Holding me up with one hand, Severn reached down to loosen his belt with the other. His turquoise eyes were a moody dark blue now, the color of a coming storm. With my bare thighs circling his waist, I tugged urgently at his button-down shirt to free it from his pants.
“You want me to prove you aren’t like any other woman?” he said in a dangerously low tone. “That this isn’t a lark?”
I bit my lip gently as I traced a finger along his navel before looking up at him through my eyelashes. I gave a nod.
His mouth descended on mine, the kiss breaking only briefly for him to threaten, “Oh, I’ll prove it.”
Severn’s hand holding me against the door slid backward so he could press a finger at my feminine entrance from behind. A suddenly flush of warmth spread from my groin outward as he toyed with my intimate region. With his other hand, he freed his erection, letting it rub against the same spot from the front.
My entire lowerhalf shivered from pleasure, but it quickly became insufficient.I need more.My groin ached with the need for him to fill me with himself—finger, cock, tongue—anything. His hand on my bottom squeezed hard enough to bruise. His other hand gripped me by the back of my head, forcing my head back to meet his gaze.
“You offend me, Willow, to suggest this is nothing but a passing fancy.”
“I’m sorry,” I breathed, so overcome with the need to feel him inside me that all I could do was grind my hips against him, begging him with my body.
But he seemed to relish making me wait. “I’ve given you everything you’ve wanted, and you scorn me for it. Now, beg me for my forgiveness.”
The ache in my groan had control of my faculties now; I’d have told him anything he wanted, even this ridiculous fantasy. “Yes, Severn. Please.”
He positioned his cock at my entrance, applying just enough pressure to drive me wild. “That’s not good enough. I want you tobeg.”
“I said please. That’s begging, okay? Please, Severn.” My hips moved on their own, trying to sink down onto his cock, but he held me up with incredible strength. Feet off the floor, back against the door, naked from the waist down, there was nothing I could do. He had me completely powerless, and I realized this was exactly what he wanted.
“Put me down,” I said a little tightly.
But a feverish gleam had overtaken his eyes, and it was like he didn’t even hear me. “I’m in charge here, Willow. No one says no to me. Not even you.”
I flinched. My breath caught as a memory caught up to me. It was several months ago, and I was in RISD’s art studio with Professor Decker, thinking he was about to praise my latest drawing, but instead, he’d cornered me against a table, pawed at my chest, and told me,“You want this. I know you do. No one turns me down.”
Shaking, I pressed a hand against Severn’s chest. My breath felt shallow, unsteady. Severn wasn’t anything like Professor Decker, but I didn’t like this sudden moment of similarity.Powerful men thinking they could get whatever they wanted.
My lust-filled fog faded, and I realized it was stupid to be doing this here, in public. Anyone could open the door at any moment. Red burned into my cheeks as I dug the heel of my palm against Severn’s chest.
“Put me down. We shouldn’t do this here. Later, tonight…”
“No. I don’t want to wait. I want younow.” He curled his hand around one of my shoulders, shoving me harder against the door. Alarm flared in me. I jerked my shoulder out of his grasp, and the movement made my dress strap catch on his watch. He jerked his hand back on instinct, and the strap broke. The right front portion of my dress flopped open, baring my breast down to the nipple.
