A fierce heat flickered in her gaze. Her resistance to being with me was slipping through the cracks. The woman in front of me tonight was a more open, willing, and free version of the person I spent time with last night.
At this point, I wasn’t sure where this night would lead. All I knew was that she was mine until the morning.
When we arrived backat his place earlier tonight, my plan had always been to stick to the rules. Hold hands, little touches here and there, cuddling at the end of the night as we fell asleep.
It all seemed so simple. That was until he crowded my space in the kitchen, fed me a strawberry, had his assistant flood his room with a new wardrobe for me, and sat down for conversation that was supposed to be lighthearted, but felt like he was digging through my soul instead.
No one outside of my inner circle knew about my upbringing. Usually, I kept it straight to the point—my parents died. Yet, for whatever reason, I divulged some of the deepest parts of me to Spencer. Sure, we didn’t go into profound detail, but I was comfortable enough with him that those parts of me had a way of sneaking out when I least expected it.
Drugs got the best of them.
I had to move into Jax’s house as just a teenager and mooch off his family until I could make something of my life.
Oh, and that boyfriend that was once my knight in shining armor? He cheated on me in the most unforgivable way.
Not only did my words have a mind of their own, but so did my body. I couldn’t stay away. I needed to be closer. I was unable to tear my body away from his and incapable of shutting down the innocent roaming of my hands. Soon, I knew the combing of his hair, and light brushes of my fingers along his skin would turn into something more.
My touch at the nape of his neck would turn more aggressive. Touches that were barely there would turn into my nails piercing his skin. His request for me to be closer, to sit on his lap, only made my mind dance in circles.
Gathering the courage to take what I wanted, I stood up from the couch, the warm Vegas breeze whistling forty-seven stories up. His dark irises blending in with the night sky looked up at me, tracking every move I made. He stayed seated, his hands pressed to his thighs, watching me fit myself between his legs.
“Just going to stand there?” he challenged me.
For the briefest moment, I towered above him.
A switch flipped inside me. His need for me to be near him and my craving for his touch was the only thing standing between us.
Lifting one leg, I placed my knee outside his muscular thigh. My hand reached out, grazing along his coarse beard, and a deep desire churned in my stomach.
With my voice low, and every bit sultry, I whispered, “Am I close enough, Daddy?” My mind went back to the night we met.
“Play your cards right and you never know what might happen.”
Toeing the line, I tested his response.
“No.” His answer was quick, but his movements were quicker. When he hooked his hand around the back of my thigh, I had no choice but to bring my other leg up to steady my balance.
“What about now?” I stood on my knees, hovering over him but not yet seated. With every intention to tempt him, my cleavage hung in front of his face, and my nipples were on full display through the thin gray fabric.
His eyes wandered down, taking the bait.
“You’re playing with fire, Avery. I want to respect you, but it’s going to be awfully hard to hold back with your perfect tits as my view.” Both of his hands were now clasped around the back of my legs, his grip mere inches from my ass.
My eyes wandered below his waistline, straight down to his lap. An obvious erection was hardening under his gray sweatpants.
The firm hold he had on me went straight to my core, the heat between my legs craving to know what it would feel like to sit over his cock. To feel his hard length pressing against me. If I was unraveling, I could only imagine the feelings brewing inside of him waiting to burst.
Leaning with my mouth next to his ear, and his beard tickling the tops of my breasts, I whispered, “By all means then, Daddy, disrespect me in your most admirable way.” Before I leaned back to watch the fire burn in his eyes, I nibbled on his earlobe, only to hear what sounded like a strangled growl escape his mouth.
Before I could get a grasp on what was happening, my body was flung over his shoulder with the palm of his hand planted fully over my ass.
With the balcony and hardwood floor throughout his penthouse long gone, my eyes shot wide open after my back thumped lightly against his bed covered in clothes. Hovering over me was a perfectly carved, scruffy jawline. A tall, dark, and tattooed Italian man who looked like a wolf collecting his prey. His dark eyes burned brighter than I’d ever seen them. His chest heaved, and his erection begged to escape the soft fabric holding it hostage.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first moment I laid eyes on you across the bar, Avery.” Each word came out impatient as his large muscular torso towered over me.
With the plush bedding below me, I propped up on my elbows. “Sorry for making you wait, but I think I’m ready for you to kiss me now.” My teeth dug into my lower lip, awaiting him to commit his next move.
Spencer dropped to his knees and my legs spread in a natural response. Without breaking eye contact, he began peppering kisses all the way up my thigh. Even with a barrier of clothes between us, my jaw dropped open, inviting in the wave of lust that shocked me with each kiss.
