Sarah shivers, her arm breaks out into goosebumps which makes me give her a wry smile, but I don't draw her attention to it. No, my attention is on her eyes and on fighting down my erection. My desire is heightened at the knowledge that she feels this deepening connection and simmering desire between us. She bites her lip, glancing away shyly before flickering her gaze back to mine.
When I make love to this woman for the first time, I'll be damned if I let her take her eyes off me.
Sarah wets her lips. "I do! Thank you, Alex! Everything was so…It's all soo…" she trails off, stumbling over her words. She steps back a step and flashes me another shy smile."Do you like it?"she says, doing a small turn and showing off her dress.
Caught off guard by her question, I slap a smile on my face, hoping it hides what I feel is a nearferaldesire that I'm sure has been plain as day on my face.
"You're a vision, sweetness," I answer, hearing my voice come out too hoarse, too sexual. My eyes flit down her body as I contemplate this thing growing between us that's equal parts sexual attraction and something even a bit deeper.
The way I'd ravish you in this dress is sickening. You deserve to be thrown onto your back and serviced until you don't know your name anymore. Until your only purpose in life is to feel pleasure. It doesn't even make sense the shit I want to do with you, to you, for you,I think. Exhaling a hot breath, I clear my throat gently, grab her elbow, and begin to lead her out of the hotel double doors.
The wind flickers her dress and my jacket lightly, and I put my arm around her waist, feeling the fur of her shawl caress my arm as I draw her so close to me her hip brushes my leg.
"Thank you. I actually think I feel like one." Sarah pauses when we get to our ride waiting outside. Turning to face me, she keeps her eyes on my chest while she twirls the flower she'd brought down with her, sliding it in the pocket of my jacket. "Because you deserve flowers, too," she says breathily, her eyes rising to meet mine once more as she smooths her hand over my jacket.
My heart skips a literal beat. It takes everything in me to not snatch her up and haul her back up to the room, toss the flowers all over the bed and then fuck her on top of them.
"Thank you," I grit, fighting against the tightness in my throat.
"You're welcome." She smiles. "Do you like flowers?"
I've never been given any. No one's ever thought to gift me with anything, much less something as sweet as a simple flower.
She stares up at me patiently, her eyes flickering between mine while I mentally pull myself together. Her brows scrunch, obviously waiting for me to say something. I manage a nod and grin at her once more as I open the door, taking her by the hand to help her into the car.
"So, where are we going?" Sarah asks, not even wincing as I settle in next to her and reach for her hand.
My blood rushes in my veins as I thread our fingers together and begin to stroke her knuckles with my thumb, gliding over the tips of her fingernails while we ride.
Dismissing the thoughts of not feeling worthy, I look over at her playfully. "You'll see. The anticipation is in the surprise." I relish her giggle as she turns to stare out the window, and I tighten my hand harder on hers, loving the feel of her skin against mine.
Chapter thirty-seven
Do I Intimidate you?
Icanbarelycontainmy excitement, and I vibrate in happiness next to Alexander as he walks me in on his arm into the fancy restaurant. My mouth falls open at the intimate roomcomplete with a live singer, band, and tables covered with white linen and intimate candlelight.
It's elegant and miles more sophisticated than the lounge I sing at at home.
“Alex…" I'm breathless, tugging on his arm and drawing him to a stop. His eyes flash as he looks at me.
"No, Sarah. No complaining tonight. Let me spoil you,please."Alexander looks down at me, and I hear his breath catch, letting me know that I affect him. Good, because I feel so much for this man it would be devastating to think that I'm in this alone.
I tighten my lips, feeling myself go hot at the look on his face. He's so handsome it almost hurts to look at him.
"I enjoy putting that color on your face, sweetness." As he leans into me, his lips scrape the shell of my ear, causing my pussy to become heavy and warm with need. My nipples tighten, and I pray to all that's holy that he can't see. "I hope you won't deny me getting to watch you eat in your pretty red dress, and then taking you for a spin on the dance floor afterwards?"
His words are like a literal wave of fire that he just tosses atop me without a care. His warm, spicy cologne fills my lungs, and when his hand settles against my waist, my body breaks out in goosebumps. I nod my head yes, wanting to know what it feels like to dance with him.
"I'd love that very much," I whisper back, unable to bring my voice to a normal level.
We follow the hostess to the table set back in an intimate alcove which hosts dimmed glowing candles on the wall, as well as real ivy twining in the wall and ceiling above them. I'm looking around, trying to avoid his stare, but it's too intense to ignore. I bring my eyes to meet his right as the server walks up to fill our water glasses and take our drink order.
"We'd like a bottle of your most expensive merlot," Alexander orders, not even sparing the server a glance as he keeps his eyes trained on mine.
The waiter raises an eyebrow as she looks from me to Alexander. "Sir, would you like to know the cost-"
"No, ma'am, I wouldn't," Alexander states simply, keeping his eyes on me.
