She hasn’t said a word, doesn’t need to. Her body language is loud and clear.
I sit on the edge of the bed. I want her to sense the weight of me, the promise of what’s coming. The sheet slips lower, showing off more skin. I suck in a breath. Her ass is perfect, tight, the kind of thing you want to mark.
I take in the delicate line of her jaw, the way her lips part with every breath. If she asks for anything tonight, I’ll give whatever she wants. If she asks for nothing, I’ll give it anyway.
I gently caress her ankle, and her whole body jumps. Then slowly melts. Next, I run my hand up her calf, savoring every inch. The sound she makes is barely a whimper, but it goes straight to my cock.
This is real.
I want her more than I’ve wanted anything…maybe ever.
She’s only mine for the night, and I’m not wasting another second.
I lean in to breathe her in. She smells like vanilla, nerves, and something that’s impossible to name.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, every word like sandpaper in my throat.
She doesn’t answer. Doesn’t move. Except for her chest, rising faster now.
I reach up, brushing a strand of hair off her bare shoulder, letting my fingertips lightly brush her skin. If she shivers, I catch it. If she squirms, I follow.
I peel the sheet back. Just enough to see the swell of her hip, the curve of her waist. Her skin’s so delicate and pale it glows. She’s flawless, except for a few little marks that make her real.
My hands are steady now. They know what to do, even when the rest of me is losing it.
I want her. Bad.
And for once, I don’t have to lie about it. I want to make her feel wanted, owned, and ruined. Exactly what she asked for.
When I run my thumb along her hip, I swear she bites her lip.
Fuck me. I could do this all night. And I just might.
“You want me to touch you?” My voice is low, dangerous.
She nods.
And that’s all I need.
I lay a palm flush to her skin, feeling the heat, the tension, the goosebumps chasing my touch. She arches, pushing against me, and I almost lose it.
There’s going to be no pretending tonight. Every raw, desperate impulse is waiting for the go-ahead, ready to indulge.
I’m definitely in Heaven. And I’m about to make a believer out of her.
Chapter 2
April
Everything is white.
Not just the sheets, though they’re so clean it almost hurts your eyes. Not just the ridiculous, fluffy curtains or the silk pillowcase brushing my cheek, cool and too perfect.
But it’s in my head, too.
Blank.
Blinding.
