“Fuck me.”
My core twists with need at the way he drinks me in, his gaze roaming hungrily over my La Perla lingerie. Green, to match my dress, the set was a treat to myself to cheer me up. It didn’t work, or so I thought. It’s sure making me happy now.
“You were saying?” I positively strut across the floor.
“Yeah ...” His eyes. My breasts. It’s a beautiful thing. “I was saying ...”
“Are you married?” Coming to a stop in front of him, I tip onto my toes and slide my arms around the back of his neck. If he says yes, I’ll adjust.And choke him.
“No, I’m not.” His big hands cup my hips. Slide down to my ass.
“Are you committed in some other way?” I’m thinking specifically of a black Amex and sugar mamas and handsome, younger sugar babes. Though he seems a little on the mature side, a little too sophisticated for that title. Sugar zaddy? The tux, his air. But all those thoughts dissolve as he pulls my body tight against his.
“I wouldn’t be here if I was.”
The solid press of him does wild things to my pulse, my blood. Not that he realizes as I press my finger to his lips and coolly whisper, “Then it can wait.”
“I don’t think—”
I give a teasing sway of my hips, and the brush of my soft to his hard elicitsthesexiest sound from him. “Less thinking.”
His reply is a ragged-sounding curse as his grip tightens on my ass.
“Your eyes kinda match my underwear.”
“You like green.” His fingers slip under the elastic of my panties, caressing the place where my thigh and butt meet.
I like his green eyes. I like the way he’s looking down at me. “What are the chances your underwear is green too?”
“Want to find out?”
“Well, one of us is wearing far too many clothes,” I whisper, drawing my index finger down his torso, bumping over the line of tiny hindrances on his shirt. As I reach his belt, I tuck the tip into his waistband and take a step back. My eyes gravitate to what I felt pressed against me.Oh my. The size of that thing.
“I like the way you look at me.” Honest words and his hot look.
Man, he’s so good with his mouth.I bite back a smile at where my mind goes with that.
“There’s kind of a lot to take in.” I flatten my palm over the front of his pants, spreading my fingers wide over hisveryobvious interest. Just the thought of it inside me makes my stomach swoop like a fairground ride.
“I’d love to know what you’re thinking right now.”
“Just that ...” I lift my gaze but not my head, watching his reaction as I touch him. As I curl my fingers around his solid girth. “This is gonna take some magic to make disappear.”
The corner of his mouth lifts as though hooked.God, I know I am right now.“I might have one or two tricks up my sleeve.”
“I sure hope you can deliver on those words.”
“Oh, I’ll deliver, Ryan. I’ll even let you tell me where.”
A giggle bursts free. So,sosmutty. So,sodelicious. “I thought you weren’t taking orders tonight.”
“We both know that’s not true.” His answer bears a lazy kind of mocking, his eyes burning with such heat and promise.
“I like the sound of that,” I whisper. Pressing my hand to his chest, I push him backward. One step, two, until the backs of his legs hit the seat of a chair.
“I know. Because you’re a bossy little thing.”
“I preferassertive,” I purr, not sure where the words are sprouting from. But if there was ever a time to fulfill all a girl’s fantasies, that time would be now. “Sit your ass down.”
