Sianna
UNLIKE THE KISS INthe car, Prince’s kiss now was tender with a hint of longing hidden in the way his hand tightened around my waist, and the lazy swirls of his tongue as it explored the depths of my mouth. It took my breath away and tugged at the strings that held my heart in place. I was sure it would snap by the end of the evening. It was just lust, I convinced myself. Yet, when he drew back, and our eyes met, I witnessed the same desire and confusion in his. My heart raced, fuelled equally by hunger and a more profound sensation I had yet to understand.
His face hovered above mine, the muscles in his cheeks relaxed, full lips slightly parted, thick, dark lashes fanning downward, and hooded eyes on me. God, he was beautiful. When he ran a light finger over my lips, goosebumps peppered my skin. I couldn’t stop the quiver that engulfed my body.
“Are you okay, Sia,” my name rolled off his tongue, his voice husky with seduction. “You’re shaking. Do I scare you?”
Slowly, I shook my head. “Just overwhelmed, I guess. I’ve never done this before?” I whispered.
“What? Been with a stranger?”
“No.” I swallowed my hesitation. “Been with a man.”
For just a moment, he looked confused before he pulled in a sharp breath, tightening his hold on my waist. “You’ve never been with a man?”
I nodded. While he processed the confirmation, I wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted to hear. Was he regretting this—I had no idea what to call it—date, tryst, one-night stand? Would he have preferred an experienced woman?
“Do I make you nervous?” his throaty words cut through my tension like a warm knife through butter. Yet the look glowing in his eyes was feral, triumphant even.
“Not you,” I replied. “Your expectations.”
His head tilted as he studied me. “I love your honesty.” One of his fingers smoothed down my neck, titillating the frenetic thrum of my pulse there. “The second you agreed to tonight, you became mine. For me to do whatever I want with you.” A tremor of excitement raced up my spine, and my heartbeat kicked up at what he might have planned. He must have felt the shudder because his brows rose in silent question. I licked my suddenly parched lips, shaking my head. “But my expectation is for you to enjoy tonight, Sia. Your company alone pleases me. Okay?”
I nodded. “Can I use the bathroom, please?” I picked up my purse. He walked me to the bedroom with his hand on my lower back and gestured to the bathroom door. Inside, I glanced at the stunning chrome and glass space, then eyed my flushed features in the mirror. “Shit. I’m in way over my head.” Nausea tickled my throat. What if I messed it up? Suddenly conscious of my inexperience, I paced the porcelain tiles, fanning my face and trying to slow down my rapid heart rate. “You’re going to give yourself a heart attack if you don’t calm the fuck down and breathe,” I admonished the reflection staring back at me in the mirror. “You’re doing this,” I repeated Ruvash’s words with a puff of my cheeks while reaching for the toothbrush and paste he’d stuffed into my purse.
When I stepped out a couple of minutes later, my control was thankfully back in place. I stood outside the closed door. My gaze fell to the king bed covered in black silk sheets, and dark gray covers made sensual by dim lighting and the orange glow of the fire. A thrill of anticipation raced through me, eliciting another shudder. Everything I’d dreamed of for my first time with a man was nothing like this. Not the kiss at the airport. Or being touched by a stranger or the incredibly sexy man with whom I was about to share this moment.
I shifted my gaze to find Prince watching me. His hands in his pant pockets, with the thumbs out, an ankle crossed over the other, he leaned with one shoulder against the door frame. His eyes were dark with hunger, yet the gentle understanding in his smile unmistakable. My gaze traced the lines of his build. I was accustomed to men who lived in denim and t-shirts. But this man with his charcoal shirt opened at the collar, plaid gray and black vest pulled tight over a muscular chest, and the perfectly fitted, dark slacks was an Adonis in a three-piece suit. Easy on the eye, delicious to the mouth, and I couldn’t wait to touch. He walked further into the room and lowered his large frame to an armchair facing the bed. Looking up, he crooked a finger at me and pointed to the floor at the space between his widened thighs. My steps hesitant, I walked toward him and stopped at the edge of his shoes.
His tongue rolled over his lips. “Closer.”
I inched nearer until my legs touched the chair and the material on his inner thighs. He sat forward, resting his wrists on his thighs, his fingers dangling over his knees behind me. The position caused his thumbs to graze my legs, and the light touch sparked a tremble.
He glanced up. “This can stop now if you want,” his voice wrapped around me like delicate lace. He picked up the gray tie lying over the side of the chair and held it out. I met his gaze, a frown shading my brow. He nodded, and I took the silky material. “But I don’t want it to.” The tips of his fingers brushed the back of my knees. I bit my bottom lip to keep from groaning. I’d never been touched there by a man, and the gentle caress hardened my nipples. “And I don’t think you do either.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but the slow shake of his head halted my words. His hands closed around the back of my knees, sensual in its massage while crawling upward. Wild hunger pumped through my body, weakening my posture. I gripped his shoulders to keep my balance, my fingers digging into hard muscle.
“I want you to be comfortable with me, Sia.” Our gazes locked, his hands continued upward to circle my waist as he stood. He leaned forward, so close to my ear, his woodsy cologne snared my senses. I closed my eyes, inhaling the spicy scent. “So that when I touch, lick and finally fuck your pussy, you’ll be crying out my name, desperate to come,” his throaty sexiness filled my ears, and I gasped. A smirk snaked across his lips. “Do you trust me?”
His fingers painted lazy circles on my lower back. The thin material of my dress couldn’t stop the insane effect that his touch was having on my skin, my insides, or my ability to keep standing. “I do.”
“Then, would you be comfortable with a blindfold?” My lips parted in a deep inhale. Even as I nodded, I had no idea why I trusted him. “What do I do to you, Princess?” His lips brushed over mine in the softest of kisses. “How do I make you feel?”
A flicker of heat swept through my body from the nape down, pooling in my chest and exploding between my legs. I struggled to breathe, shocked by my reaction, yet flushed with anticipation. “Like I’m drowning?” I sucked in a shaky breath as he took the tie from my hand.
“And I haven’t even touched you the way I want to. Yet.” His low chuckle spiked the fine hairs at my nape before his lips grazed my neck, the light prick of his scruff, adding to the friction. I tilted my head back, giving him better access. His tongue snaked up the column before he nipped his way along my jaw, ending at my earlobe. When he drew it into his mouth, sucking softly, I quivered.
He pulled back. I stared at his lips, entranced by the full thickness and what pleasures it could unleash. Suddenly anxious for the feel of his skin against mine, I fumbled with the buttons of his vest. I only managed to get one open before his hand closed around mine. He lifted it to his mouth and gently kissed each of my fingers. Carnal need buzzed through my body, tightening my pussy, more rigid with each kiss. He lowered my hand then turned me away from him. As he secured the tie over my eyes, my breathing sped up.
“Deep breaths, Sia.”
I dragged air into my lungs, trying to control my nerves at the same time conscious of his even breathing. Now that he’d taken my sight, everything sounded louder. Or was that just my heartbeat booming in my ears or the anxiety over the unexpected? He traced lazy fingers up my arm until he reached my neck. My body tingled, vibrating from the inside out. I could feel his solid length pressed up to the cleft between my ass cheeks and resisted the urge to rub myself against him.
Tilting my head to the side, he dropped a kiss just below my ear then ran a thumb over that spot as he inhaled deeply, as though he were filling his lungs with my scent. He kissed his way from my neck to my shoulder. I sighed at the contact, ready for more. Slowly, he drew down the zipper of my dress. Goosebumps lathered my skin. I shuddered when his tongue followed in its wake. A lazy trail of tongue, lips, and scruff until the zipper stopped at my lower back, and the dress slid to the floor. Suddenly conscious of my simple cotton underwear, I crossed my arms over my chest. The women he bedded probably wore sexy satin and lace pieces, adding to their body’s delicacy. God, what was I doing here? My shoulders tensed. He might not be impressed with me. Was he looking at me? Anxious, I wanted to rip off the blindfold.
“Relax,” his warm voice soothed my nerves. He gently tugged my hands down to my sides and entwined his fingers with mine. “You’re beautiful. Every inch of you is perfect, Sia.” I closed my eyes on the sensual whisper, pressing my back into his chest.
