Tara
Ihear the knock—soft, deliberate, unavoidable.
My heart slams against my ribs like it’s trying to escape the cage of my ribs.
I know it’s him.
I’ve been pacing my apartment, biting my nails raw, trying to pretend I’m not a wreck.
I’m aroused, excited, and…absolutelyfrightened.
I open the door. He looks like a wet dream in a tailored suit that costs more than my rent.
His hair’s slightly tousled, like he’s been running his fingers through it on the way over. There’s something heady about him—cologne and temptation woven into the air between us—and heat coils low in my belly.
His eyes lock on mine with an intensity that weakens my knees.
“Bonjour, Tara.” His voice is dripping with arousal. It turns my insides to liquid.
“Hi,” I manage to stammer, sounding like a damn idiot.
He steps inside, his gaze sweeping over me like he’s memorizing every curve, every inch.
I changed after I came home and am in a simple black dress. But under his stare, it feels like I’m naked. He steps in, his body brushing against mine as he closes the door behind him.
“You’ve been thinking about me.” His lips graze my ear. It’s not a question.
“Maybe,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
What are you doing, Tara?
He chuckles—low, dark, almost predatory—and his fingers slide into my hair, tilting my head back so he can look at me.
His mouth descends on mine, and it’s like being electrocuted.
His lips are soft, demanding, his tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that makes me moan into his mouth.
His hands move restlessly over me—cupping my ass, kneading my breasts, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
I can feel his erection, hard against my belly, and the thought of it inside me sends a jolt of pure need straight to my core.
He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged, and pulls back to look at me.
“Bedroom,” he growls. It’s not a suggestion.
I’m trembling as I lead him down the hall, every step feeling like an eternity.
I ache for him.
My nipples are so hard they’re practically cutting through the fabric of my dress.
When we get to my room, he spins me around, his hands on my hips as he pushes me onto the bed.
I land on my back, my dress riding up my thighs, and he’s on me in an instant, his hands on my knees, spreading me wide.
He doesn’t waste time—he buries his face between my legs.
My hands tangle in his hair as he yanks my panties to the side and licks me. His tongue is relentless, flicking my clit, diving into my pussy, making me writhe and buck against his mouth.
