‘Shall we?’
I rise, shoving the butterfly into last night’s purse and ignore his proffered hand. I make to follow Rashid through the now open door, not quite reaching the threshold as Kai’s hand snags my waist, stopping me in my tracks. He slams the door shut with the toe of his shoe, moving me almost against it, his body hard at my back, my breath hitching as his large hand rests on the front of my thigh, his words a hot breath against my ear.
‘If I want to buy you a dress—if I want to buy you a whole rack of dresses, I will. I’d like you to get used to the idea.’ His teeth close over my earlobe, a slow, tantalizing bite increasing in pressure until it almost hurts. As he releases it, my stifled moan hits the air as a sigh as I’m engulfed in a sudden, drenching need. Drawing the fabric of my dress into his fingers, he bares my trembling thigh.
‘It’s nothing,’ he murmurs, ‘of no consequence. Don’t look for things that aren’t there, do you understand? I’m not trying to buy your affections. I just want you around.’
Breath stutters from my chest as his hands slip to the inside of my thigh—the place he claims to like best—my legs shifting unconsciously, allowing him access. Instead, he turns me roughly, pulling me to his chest and kissing me with possession, sucking my lips into his own.
As we break apart, our chests heave collectively, his words a bass growl as he pulls me back against him once more.
‘I should’ve fucked you in the bathroom.’
If I had any breath left to spare I’d point out that, strictly speaking, he only has himself to blame for that.
