I point directly at my round, cobalt-blue eyes in the reflection. “You. Got. This. Kate Dawson. Make that man remember your name.”
I square my shoulders back, check my teeth, and strut back into the dimly lit bedroom like I’ve done it a thousand times before.
CHAPTER 3
KATE
He’s standing therewith a smirk on his handsome face, a dark brow quirked in amusement. He’s holding a wineglass out to me, and I accept it with a half-smile. His drink looks like the golden liquor he was sipping on at the bar.
I wonder how old he is. He looks like he could be early thirties. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol in my veins, but I find that hot. Mel always talks about how hot older guys are, but I didn’t get it until now.
I taste my wine. The flavor is immaculate.
“Wow, this is so good.” I down the entire glass in the next gulp. It’s too much at once, and my eyes water a tad at the intensity of the flavor.
He follows suit, drinking every last drop from his cup.
He takes my wineglass and sets it along with his cup on the dresser against the wall before turning back to face me, hands in his pockets.
I take a step closer. He doesn’t move as I reach a quivering hand up to press two of my fingers to the tiny sliver of chest showing under his loosened tie. His eyes drift closed, and I watch his face in the light. My breath is coming out in tiny littlebursts through my parted lips, and on impulse, I lean up to press them to his stubbled jaw.
He groans at the contact, and it’s like a dam breaks. His eyes pop open, focusing on my mouth.
Strong hands reach down to grip the backs of my thighs, lifting me up like I weigh nothing more than a loaf of bread.
He’s manhandling me, and I am here for it. He takes three big steps toward the bed, eyes lasered into mine.
He stands motionless at the edge for a few endless seconds before tossing me back on the soft mattress. He presses his body to mine. My legs are caging him in. The air has changed around us, the tension multiplied a million times over. I’m the only one who’s shed any clothing. He stands to inspect me.
I want to ask him to take it all off. I pause for a moment before remembering that I’m channeling my inner supermodel, so hell yeah, I can say that.
“Take off the suit,” I command.
His eyes burn over me as he slowly starts to undo his crimson tie, but he’s clearly in no hurry. My gaze rolls over his body, and when they meet his waistline, I blush at the sight of his bulging front.
I did that.
His jacket comes off, followed by each individual button slipping through the slots in the white shirt. The anticipation is both agonizing and invigorating. I could wait for him all night, but I want to tell him to hurry the hell up.
“Take your time,” I whisper sarcastically. The girl controlling my body tonight has decided we are not waiting right now.
He parts his lips as the shirt opens, and I have no control whatsoever over the gasp that escapes me.
He must go to every gym in this city twice a day.
“Your trainer deserves a raise.” I can’t help the breathy sound of my voice.Regular Kate just can’t keep her damn mouth shut.
The ridges of his abdominals flex as he begins to unbutton his pants, and I don’t even realize that I’m holding the air in my lungs until I’m forced to exhale when they drop down. The black boxers are bent out of shape, the bulge definitely larger than what I’m used to seeing.
My eyes jump to the ceiling, and I hear his low chuckle at the motion.
“Still wanna do this, Cabernet?”
I glance back at his face, the pale green immediately sucking me into their marbled depths.
I nod because my voice is unreliable. I’ll tell him he’s beautiful, a deity, if I dare to speak again.
What kind of man is chiseled like this—with enough money to buy any woman’s presence—and yet chooses to spend a night with me?
