Once Daisy pulled me to my feet, she never let go of my hand. Even in the elevator, she kept a hold of it as we silently watched the floor numbers ascend.
The only thing I could think about was how good she smells, and how beautiful she is. I couldn’t believe she was here withme.
Then she was pulling me in the direction of my room, the hotel key I’d given her in hand. And the only thing I could think about was how long her legs were, and how perfectly that dress hugged her ass.
I’m no longer in control of anything when she pushes the door open and leads me into my hotel room. I follow blindly as she pushes me down onto the couch.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she takes one, two swaying steps toward me, until she’s standing right in front of me.
And then she hikes her dress up an extra inch and plants one knee on the couch beside my hip.
I’m not breathing when she drops her other knee on the other side.
My hands go to her waist before I can think better of it. I don’t know if I want to pull her closer or keep her at bay so I can stare at her for a little longer, but she takes the decision out of my hands a moment later. Instead of dropping her weight onto my lap, she sits back on my thighs.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t want,” she whispers, sliding the tiniest bit closer as her hands go to my shoulders.
Swallowing roughly, I nod. “You, too.”
Now it’s her that’s swallowing. “They told you my limits?” she asks breathily.
I nod again. Nothing rough, basically. No choking, spanking, anything beyond a light slap to the ass. No bondage. No kissing.
No kissing.
My gaze goes to her lips before I can curb the instinct. Those perfect lips, that intoxicating color… I wonder if they’d leave a stain on me if I kissed her. I wish they would.
Suddenly, kissing her is all I can think about.
I have to force my gaze from her lips to her eyes. “Yes, they told me. You can trust me to keep them.”
She smiles, and I see something flicker in her eyes. “Trust isn’t something I know how to do,” she says, almost to herself.
But then she shifts forward, coming into contact with my cock that’s hardened to steel, and any question I have disappears into a wisp of smoke when she drops her head back with a throaty moan.
“Fuck,” I grit out, unwittingly squeezing her hips in my hands.
My expression has her head raising, a seductive smile sliding across her lips. I feel like I’m missing something, like she’s hiding something, and—fuck—if I could justkissher?—
She grinds forward, then back, the heat of her clothed pussy over my jeans making me incapable of thought.
“Jesus, look at you,” I breathe, uncaring how I’m coming off right now. I’m powerless against it. “I could come just looking at you.”
Humming thoughtfully, her hips circle, once, twice, three times, until I still her with my hands.
She looks at me with a smile. “I can make that happen, if you’d like.”
I bark out a harsh laugh. “I don’t doubt that. But no, I’d prefer to be a little more hands-on.”
Her fingertips brush from my shoulder, over to my neck, then down my chest. They only still when I gently grip her hand over my stomach.
Her eyes are twinkling when she looks up and meets my gaze. “Whatever you’d like, Nico.”
And there it is again. That…something.
Carefully, I ask, “What if I say I’d like to do somethingyoulike to do?”
That twinkle doesn’t dim a watt. “I’d say I’m at your command.”
