Wrapping my hand around her throat, I push upward on her chin to make her look up at me. Her muscles constrict beneath my palm.
Wild desire runs rampant in her soft brown eyes. I want to memorize it.
Then, on the cold nights that I’m forced to spend with a woman who has ice in her veins, I can retrieve the image to get me through the night.
“Go on, sweetheart, be a good girl. Take off that dress.” I squeeze the sides of her throat, enough for to feel it, but not enough to take away her air.
“All right.” She acquiesces, pulling the dress up over her hips and up to her neck.
I release her, giving her enough space to pull the slip of a dress over her head, and then I take it.
“You’ll get this back when I say.” I bring it to the dresser and stuff it into the top drawer.
When I turn back around she’s still on her knees, her hands pressed into her thighs and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her eyes are fixated at my feet. A crimson blush spreads across her chest, up her neck and covers her face.
She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen. One hundred percent real.
“Look at me.” I move to the edge of the bed.
All I have to do is lift my hand and I can touch her, cup her breasts, kiss her. Definitely kiss her.
When her round eyes make their way up my torso and meet mine, her lip slips out from between her teeth.
“All you have to do is say stop, and we stop.” I assure her. “We can order food and watch a bad movie if you want.”
She tucks her hair back behind her ear.
“I don’t want to watch a movie,” she says, her voice coarse and soft.
“No?” I brush my fingertips along her jawline, enjoying the way she leans into my touch. “What do you want to do?”
“You said something downstairs about making me feel good.” Her lips pull up to the side. “I think I’d like to do that.”
“I think that can be arranged.” I slide my fingers into her hair, fisting it at the base of her scalp and pull her head back, capturing her mouth in another kiss.
My cock presses against the zipper of my slacks. A guttural groan builds in the pit of my belly and unleashes when my tongue swipes past her lips and clashes with her own.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. The bite of her fingernails, driving my arousal even higher.
“On your back.” I growl, lightly shoving her shoulders. “Head on the pillow and spread your fucking legs.”
Her eyes glimmer with excitement.
“Yes, sir.” She whispers and moves into position while I work the buttons of my shirt open.
“Say that again,” I order her.
She swallows.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No, sweetheart.” I yank my shirt off and toss it to the ground, shucking out of my pants and boxers before climbing onto the bed. “You did everything right, now say it again.”
She wets her lips, looks down at me through her open legs as I lay between her thighs.
“I said, yes, sir.”
I groan. This woman is fucking perfect.
