‘Strip. Now.’
Chapter Nine
ZARA
His piercing blue eyes smoulder as he watches me unzip my dress with a ravenous expression from the end of the bed. I wiggle the silk over my body, as graciously as it permits, while my heart races at a million miles per hour.
That kiss.
Fuck, I’ve never been kissed like that in my entire life.
It was all-consuming. Intoxicating. So fucking primal. His experience is evident in his skill. I can’t wait to see what else he’s experienced at.
His greedy gaze lingers on my strapless bra. ‘Lose it. Show me those perfect tits.’ Deft fingers reach up to swiftly unbutton his shirt, revealing mouthwatering curves cutting across his muscular torso.
I unclip my bra without breaking eye contact. It falls to the bed, and I push it to the floor as my nipples peak, shamelessly seeking his attention.
A low growl sounds from the back of his throat. ‘So fucking beautiful, Irish.’ He shrugs off his shirt, kicks off his shoes and reaches for the button of his navy shorts. Salivafloods my tongue. If the bulge at his crotch is anything to go on, he’s packing something significant.
‘I said strip.’ His jaw tightens as his focus falls to my thong. ‘Or do you want me to rip that thing off with my teeth?’
The thought sets a fresh wave of arousal crashing over me.
His shorts slip down, exposing thick muscular thighs. Fitted black boxer briefs are the only thing between me and his enormous dick.
Fuck.
This is actually happening.
I’m about to have hot, filthy sex with a man whose name I don’t even know.
His focus returns to the lace between my legs. ‘Don’t pretend you’re shy now, Irish.’ He lowers himself onto the bed, crawling up the mattress. ‘Not when you let me fuck you with my fingers this morning.’
‘I’m not shy,’ I swallow thickly. ‘I’m…’ It takes me a minute to pinpoint the exact way I’m feeling—why I’m hesitating. ‘Nervous.’ The word surprises me as it pops out.
I’ve had sex before, obviously.
But not with a stranger. And never with someone like him. Someone so confident. So alpha. So male. Someone who radiates such a wealth of experience. I’ve got a sinking sensation he was right—that he might ruin me for any man who comes after him.
Understanding flickers in his eyes. His expression softens as he drops onto the mattress beside me. ‘We don’t have to do this.’ He splays a palm across my stomach, his thumb stroking small tender circles over my skin. ‘Sorry. I came on too strong. I get blinded when I want something. I can be a little…’ he swipes a hand over his strong square jaw, ‘intense.’
‘Iwantto do this. It’s just I’ve never had a one-night stand before.’
He lifts his chunky silver watch and looks at it pointedly. ‘This isn’t a one-night stand. One night with you would never be enough, Irish. It’s ten nights. And I plan to make the most of every single one of them.’ He tilts his head, pressing a tiny kiss to my temple. ‘I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll make it so fucking good for you—if you let me. I promise.’
‘I believe it.’ How could I not when the sexual tension between us is stronger than a class-A drug?
His hand snakes up my stomach to cup my breasts. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful,’ he whispers. Thick fingers skim softly, teasingly, over my skin as we stare at each other in silence. My body begs me to give into this. To give into him.
He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and I moan. ‘How are those nerves now?’ His hot breath skims my ear. Shivers skirt over my spine.
‘Rapidly being replaced by another sensation.’ I reach for his bicep, gliding my hand over the smooth, hard curve of his muscle, then down over his forearm.
‘Which sensation?’ He lowers his face to my breast and flicks his tongue over my nipple without taking his eyes from mine.
‘Lust.’ I pant as he takes it into his mouth and sucks.
‘That’s better.’ Approval weighs on his words. ‘The only thing you have to be nervous about, sweetheart, is that by the time I finally let you sleep, you might not be able to walk tomorrow.’
