Now. Here. With her.
That’s what really mattered.
I poured two glasses of wine and downed mine quickly before refilling it and bringing both glasses to the living room, where she was still staring out at the lit-up city far below my penthouse.
“Here,” I said, coming up behind her and handing her the glass of wine.
She gave me that sweet smile that made butterflies crash around in my guts as she took it and sipped it. She returned to staring out at the city.
“What are you thinking about?” My voice was low, the desperate desire to know everything inside her pretty little head eating at me.
“I don’t even know,” she murmured. “How pretty the lights are. How quiet it is here.”
It was a nice view. It was one of the reasons why I settled on it. It was cold and lonely, though. With her here, the place had life.
I leaned in and gently kissed her collarbone. She angled her neck for me, giving me access to all her sweet flesh.
Carefully, I let my hands explore around her tiny waist before I pulled her back against me, trying my damnedest not to just bend her over and hammer into her tight pussy from behind. My hard dick pressed against her back, and she let out a soft gasp at how solid she had me.
I was losing this battle.
I took the wine from her and put it on the small table beside us before I had my hands back on her body. I kissed her shoulder. Her neck. I moved forward and cradled her breasts.
And fuck, were they beautiful. She easily had the best ones I’d seen.
She let her head fall back against me as I continued to explore her body.
“What do you want to do tonight?” I asked between kisses to her soft skin.
“You actually have a night off?” Her voice was soft and laced with need.
“I do.” I nipped at her neck. “Tell me.”
She was quiet for a moment before she spoke, and when she did, her voice was soft and wavered.
“I want to do what you want to do.”
I really liked the sound of that.
I trailed my lips along the shell of her ear. “What I want to do is push you against this window and fuck you so all of Chicago can see and know you’re mine.” The words slipped out of me without thought. I didn’t hate them, nor did I know what they meant, but they were a truth.
“I’m yours?” she whispered.
I liked the sound of that, but… fuck. I couldn’t. I needed to rectify the situation. She deserved better. More. But maybe I could be the man, the bridge, that helped her get there, even if it gutted me inside.
“Whenever you’re near me, you’re mine.” I slipped my hands to the back of her dress and unzipped it. The dress slid off her body and pooled around her feet, leaving her in nothing but her sexy as hell red bra and thong.
I really fucking liked the way she looked. I twisted my finger beneath the material of her thong at her hip and growled in her ear as goosebumps raced across her pale skin.
“I love this look,” I said into her ear. “You’re gorgeous, my sweet girl.”
She shivered against me as I pushed her thong down her legs and unsnapped her bra. Her big breasts spilled out, and I was eager to hold them in my hands and breathe out against her skin.
I released her and stepped away. She didn’t chase me. Instead, she stared out the window, her breathing fast.
Quickly, I unfastened my belt and pants and removed my clothes before pulling out a condom and sheathing my cock with it. As much as I wanted to take her hot and raw, I forced myself to wait. I suppose in my head, it was a reward I’d give to myself if this worked out. The wait of feeling her hot pussy hugging my bare cock was killing me in the most delicious way, but I had a thing about that bit of ache I was in over it. So I’d continue to wait.
“Put your hands on the window,” I husked out.
