I moved on trembling legs, hyperaware of him following behind me, his gaze burning into my skin. The bed was enormous up close. The burgundy silk sheets looked soft and expensive and like they'd seen things that would make me blush. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself as instructed, waiting.
Dez stood at the foot of the bed, just watching me. The afternoon light streaming through the windows made him look even more dangerous.
"Do you know how long I've been hard for you?" he asked conversationally, beginning to unbutton his shirt. "Since the moment I saw you at the ball and you told me not to hold back."
The shirt fell away, revealing a chest that made my mouth go dry. Defined muscle, ink covering his chest and shoulders and a trail of dark hair disappearing into his slacks.
"I thought about every way I wanted to take you." His hands went to his belt. "Every sound I wanted to pull from your throat. Every way I wanted to make you beg."
The belt came free. His slacks followed, pooling on the floor. He stood there in just black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide how hard he was, and I felt my mouth actually water.
So this is what twenty-eight looks like?
And looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Did he not see the age difference?
“What was that thought?” He tilted my head so he could look into my eyes.
“Nothing.” I pushed the thoughts away and tried to come back into the moment.
Dez gave me a punished slap to my thigh. “Try again.”
I glared at him. “We didn’t negotiate feelings.”
“What about being mine for twenty four hours, do you not understand? I’m going to invade every part of you, your emotions don’t get a pass. Especially since it could be a determining factor in my scene.” He punished that same spot on my thigh again. “Talk.”
“The age difference doesn’t bother you?” I blurted.
“That’s what you’re thinking about?”
“It is.” I confirmed.
"Spread your legs," he commanded.
“That doesn’t answer the question.” I obeyed, letting my thighs fall open.
"Wider."
I spread them as far as I could, feeling obscenely exposed with nothing but the scrap of lace covering me.
"Perfect." He climbed onto the bed, moving with predatory grace until he was kneeling between my spread thighs. "Now let's see if you can be as good at following instructions in here as you were at the table."
“Dez…”
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties.
"Because if you are—" he pulled them down slowly, torturously, "—I might just let you come before dinner."
My panties joined the growing pile of my clothes on the floor. And I was completely, utterly at his mercy. Exactly where I wanted to be.
“Dez?”
“Yes, sweetheart.” He kissed the inside of my thighs, making me gasp.
“My question?”
“I’m answering it.” He kissed up to and across my stomach. “Right now.”
Angelina
