“Don’t,” I say, and I’m not sure what I’m asking him not to do.Don’t speak.Don’t make this real.Don’t make me feel like this isn’t temporary.“Just...Don’t.”
He nods slowly, and then he’s kissing me again.His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer, and I’m overwhelmed by the smell of him.The tantalizing masculine scent of his cologne takes me back to his penthouse, to the morning when I woke up against his chest.
As we move toward the bed, our hurried hands get rid of our clothes.Without breaking the kiss, Shelby unzips my dress, his fingers tracing the line of my spine as the fabric falls away.I’m left in my lacy bra and panties.The diamond ring that shows the world that I’m his wife sparkles under the amber lights.
The irony isn’t lost on me.I’ve spent so much time building walls against vulnerability, against allowing anyone to touch the soft parts of me, and here I am, essentially naked in front of the one person who has the power to destroy me completely.
“Tell me to stop,” Shelby whispers against my shoulder as he lays me on the bed.His fingers draw patterns on my bare skin.
“I can’t,” I confess in a breathy whisper.
He moves his fingers in lazy, deliberate strokes that make my breath catch.“Tell me this is a mistake.”
“It’s not,” I say, and I mean it.
He pulls back to look at me, his glasses misting.I take them off and lay them on the nightstand.His blue eyes darken with desire and something else that looks dangerously like the beginning of real feelings.I reach up and trace my fingers along his jawline.The stubble grounds me in the reality of this moment.
“I know you’re afraid,” I whisper.“I’m afraid too.But right now, I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
He covers my mouth with his, and the kiss is deeper, slower, more intentional.Like he’s trying to communicate something he doesn’t have words for.Like he’s trying to tell me that this matters.That I matter.
His hands move across my body with purpose, as if learning the landscape, memorizing every curve and line.I dig my fingers into his shoulders, reveling in the sensation of his lean muscles beneath my touch.
Shelby trails kisses down my neck and chest.His fingers unhook my bra and toss it over his shoulder.I arch against him as his lips keep moving down.I bury my fingers in his silky black hair, scraping his scalp.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he whispers against my panties.His breath fans the tiny hairs on my belly as he sinks his teeth into the white lace.
“What are you?—?”
Shelby tears the flimsy piece of clothing off my body.
He kneels between my legs on the mattress.His eyes set my skin on fire as they travel up my body to lock on mine.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, leaning down to claim my lips again.
This time, desire takes control.We pull each other’s hair, we bite each other’s lips, we suck each other’s tongues.I close my legs around his narrow hips, relishing the sensation of his erection rubbing against my pussy.
“I need you,” I confess as we come up for air.
Next thing I know, Shelby Boyle’s glorious, naked body is pressed against mine.
He pins my hands over my head.“I want to taste you.Will you let me, Serena Boyle?”
“That name suits me,” I retort.I leave out the part that hearing it for the first time made my knees weak.
“Yes, it does.But that’s not an answer,wife.”He runs his nose along my neck, making me hiss as pleasure floods my lower body.“I can smell your excitement.I want to taste it.”
He pulls away to stare into my eyes.His blue stare pins me, demanding surrender I’m not prepared to give.
I try to move my hands, but he keeps them cuffed.
With the dirtiest smile I can muster, I whisper, “Only if I can taste you too.”
Surprise widens his eyes for a heartbeat before Shelby grins back at me.“Your wish is my command.”He presses his lips on mine for a hot second.“For now.I’ve got a gut feeling you might enjoy being undermycommand.”
The idea of submitting to Shelby isn’t new to me.I’ve fantasized about it countless times over the years.Now, my body reacts to his suggestion with a renewed wave of ecstasy.I tremble under its power, which makes his blue eyes dark as the deep ocean.Shelby is as dangerous as the undercurrents in the open sea.And just as alluring.
He cups my sex, his probing fingers finding the evidence of my body’s reaction to him without much effort.He coats his hand before lifting it to his lips, licking my pleasure without releasing my gaze.
