For the next few hours, I want to feel worthy of protection and care. Deserving of respect and some very hot sex.
I run my hands along his body. He has to be six-six, maybe taller. And underneath the expensive suit is a hardness that hints at massive strength.
A strength he used to keep me safe.
Another whimper rises in my throat, then gets trapped in our fused mouths. My breasts are crushed against him. Even though the layers of fabric, the contact feels more erotic than anything I’ve ever experienced. His free hand travels along my leg, then cups my ass, the touch sending sparks of heat through me.
Crossing my arms behind his neck, I move my leg along his pelvis restlessly, my clothes riding up and bunching around my upper thighs. He groans at my eagerness and slips his hand underneath my dress, smoothing it over my belly, which quivers at the touch.
“Jesus, you’re so soft.”
I smile at the lust-roughened voice. It makes me confident and sexy that he wants me so badly. “Yeah? Is that good?”
“Verygood. Just how a woman should be.”
“Then show me exactly how you’d treat a woman who wants you right now.”
I let out a surprised yelp as he picks me up. He kisses me as he carries me effortlessly past a door and into a softly lit room. Our bodies slide against each other as he lets me down, and I bite my lip at the way my nerve endings have come alive. I’m hyperaware, hypersensitive. And all we’ve done is kiss.
He lowers the zipper on my back and pulls the dress over my head. He lets out a sharp exhalation at the sight of my underwear—the black lacy bra, garter belt and sleek silk stockings…and nothing else.
Heat blazes in his darkened eyes as he takes me in. The tent between his legs grows bigger and tauter. I smile, drunk with desire and power. It’s so hot to see a man show his naked need.
“Like what you see?” I say, feeling naughty and bold.
“Enough to devour you now.”
My eyes on his, I take a slow step back, undo my bra and let it fall. “Then what are you waiting for?”
His eyes flare, then he’s on me, like a flash of lightning. My back hits the mattress with a soft bounce, and I laugh. But it soon turns to an anticipatory shuddering of breath when he threads his fingers through mine and spreads my arms, leaving my breasts completely exposed to his burning gaze.
“Pretty, pretty girl.” He dips his head and makes a lazy circle around one nipple. I shiver, the tip of my breast aching for more. From the tension in his hands I know he’s going crazy for me. But he’s reining himself in to prolong the moment. And the only reason a man takes his time is because he wants his partner to enjoy herself, too. Consideration I suddenly realize I’ve never received from Peter.
Huxley nips my nipple, just hard enough to sting but not enough to hurt, as though he knows my mind has wandered off for a bit. I banish Peter from my thoughts, this room, the planet and reality itself. He doesn’t deserve to be in bed with us, not even as a memory.
Huxley soothes the ache by licking my nipple, then pulling it into his mouth and sucking it hard. My back arches as liquid heat unfurls, pooling between my legs. He knows exactly how much pressure to exert, how to use his tongue and teeth to tease and arouse.
Every rational thought vanishes from my head. I pant, arching my back, writhing and rubbing my thighs along his pants. He’s nestled between my legs, and I tilt my pelvis, cradle his thick length along my dripping core. His cock pulses so hard I can feel it through the clothes.
Ah yes.
His breathing roughens; I rock myself against him shamelessly. It feels so, so good, but it isn’t enough. I’m just at the cusp without anything to push me over.
My fingers tighten around his. “Huxley.”
“Impatient for my cock, aren’t you?” He rolls his hips over mine, and I moan at the delicious sensation.
“Greedy for it.” I’m so close. I’ve never been wound this tight or felt like I’d die if I didn’t come soon.
“Spread your legs. Show me how greedy you are.”
I do it, pushing them apart as far as possible and leaving myself utterly exposed. The cool air on my heated pussy stokes my craving.
“So pink. So wet.” He purrs the words like a satisfied panther.
“For you.”
“Good girl.”
