It solidified that there is no version of my future that doesn’t have her in it. I cup her face and kiss her harder. Slower. Deeper.
“You were unbelievable tonight,” I murmur against her mouth.
She doesn’t answer with words.
She answers by unbuttoning my shirt with impatient fingers.
I walk her backward toward the living room, not breaking contact. My hands slide down the zipper of her gown and peel it from her body like I’ve been thinking about doing since the limo. Fabric pools at her feet as she steps out of it without looking away from me.
I strip her completely bare. Except for the Tom Ford padlock heels and the jewelry. Gold sparkling against bare skin never looked better.
Powerful. Untouched. Untamed.
Jesus.
“You trying to kill me?” I ask under my breath.
Her lips curve slightly. “I thought you liked surviving dangerous things.”
I laugh low. “I don’t survive you. I surrender.”
My slacks are already loosened. My shirt hangs open. The memory of what she did to me before the gala—her hand wrapped around me—stroking me provocatively. Pleasing me from the front and back until I made a mess all over her hand.
I need to feel her in every way possible.
I step closer.
“You feel what you do to me,” I tell her as my erection rests against her midsection.
I can see it in her eyes that she does. I can feel the heat. I see her devotion to not just me but our love. I feel her hunger. She steps back slowly until the back of her knees hit the edge of the couch.
Then she lowers seductively onto her knees and looks up at me. Her mouth parts as her tongue slides slowly along her bottom lip before she opens wider.
Invitation.
Worship.
Desire.
Something primal snaps in my chest. I look down at her—my shirt open and slacks unzipped—barely holding on to control. Stars don’t even begin to describe what’s in my vision right now.
It’s possession.
It’s gratitude.
It’s reverence.
I ease my hand into my briefs and free myself my throbbing dick slowly while she watches me.
She inhales sharply.
I step closer. So close that the heat of her breath hits me.
I stroke myself once.
Twice.
Then drag the tip slowly across her waiting tongue.
