Until she finally reached the bed.
Her fingers brushed across the sheets as though testing the texture, her eyes bright with a mixture of wonder and disbelief.
A faint smile tugged at my mouth.
There wouldn’t be much sleep for either of us tonight.
Chapter 11
Stella
I was so absorbed in inspecting the giant bed that I didn’t hear him move behind me. It wasn’t until his hands settled on my arms that I realised how close he was, and instinctively leaned back into him. His palms slid slowly down my arms until they rested against my stomach.
“I tasted what you left on my couch, Stella,” he rasped.
I had done it.
On purpose.
I loved it.
And yet part of me still wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
His fingers hooked beneath the hem of my dress and dragged the fabric slowly up my thighs.
“I licked off every last drop of you.”
A low groan slipped from my lips when his finger slid beneath my underwear. As it traced along my opening, I felt my slick arousal coat his skin.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Yeah?” he hummed softly.
His finger pressed deeper, but stopped just short of entering me. Instead, he dragged it upward until it brushed my clit. I grabbed his hand instinctively, trying to move against him.
With a quiet chuckle, he pulled away.
I heard his lips smack, and when I turned, he was licking my arousal from his finger.
“Mm. You taste good on leather and flesh,” he said with a devilish grin.
I didn’t get a chance to answer. He caught the back of my dress at the nape and tugged the zipper down in one smooth motion. Cool air brushed across my back as he eased the fabric apart and slid it down my arms.
“Go sit on my couch and take those panties off,” he said, punctuating the command with a sharp slap against my bare ass.
The sting made me clench, and the slow warmth that followed made me leak even more.
I stepped out of the dress and crossed the room, flicking my hair back over my shoulder. I didn’t need to turn around to know he was watching.
I would finally know what it felt like to be with a real man.
Maddox was forty-two. Experienced.
Dominant.
And he wanted control.
The way he had pulled away from me moments ago made that very clear.
