His hands fall from his sleeves, his jaw tightening. Not in anger. In restraint. His gaze drags down my body once. Slow. Possessive. Heat blooms under my skin. I shift on my feet.
“Well?” I ask, lifting a brow.
He doesn't answer right away. Just crosses the room toward me, stopping close enough that the air changes.
“You look incredible,” he murmurs. The tips of his fingers touch my arm, sliding up to my shoulder to adjust the strap, setting every single nerve ending on fire. He steps behind me, his steady hands settling at my waist. He adjusts the dress slightly over my hips, then his fingers find the zipper. He pauses, his knuckles brushing against my skin. My breath hitches.
“Hold still.” The zipper glides up slowly before his palm presses lightly between my shoulders.
When I turn to face him again, he’s closer this time. Much closer. His finger hooks gently under my chin, tilting my head up.
“I can’t wait to peel this off of you,” he says in a low voice. Liquid heat pools at my center, and I bite the corner of my freshly painted lip. His thumb slowly pulls it from between my teeth and he groans.
“Careful, doll,” he warms. My cheeks warm and I clear my throat.
“I just need shoes-”
“Already taken care of,” he says. Stepping around me, he walks back to the bed and lifts a pair of heeled, gold strappy sandals with one finger. Crossing the room again, he stops in front of me.
“Let me help,” he says before dropping to one knee. I grip the frame of the bathroom door as his large, tattooed hands gently lift one foot off the ground. He slides the shoe on gently, then buckles the strap around my ankle. Lowering it to the floor, he picks up the other foot. His hand slowly slides up my leg, stopping behind my knee. Once the other shoe is on, he presses a kiss to the inside of my knee. My breath catches, and he looks up at me from under his lashes.
His mouth lingers long enough to make my pulse trip, then he stands slowly, rising to his full height in front of me. My knees feel weak. My panties, damp. His thumb drags up the inside of my thigh, stopping at the top of the slit.
“You’re going to walk in there just like this,” he says quietly, adjusting the strap on my shoulder one last time. “Head high. Shoulders back.” His hand slides to the small of my back, tugging me against his body. “And you’re not going to shrink for them.”
Something in my chest straightens.
“I wasn't planning on it,” I reply softly.
His eyes search mine, making sure.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Because if anyone in that room treats you like you owe them something…” His jaw ticks. “I’ll remind them who you belong to.”
Heat rushes through me at the possessiveness in his tone.
“You behave,” I tease.
His head tilts, a slow, dangerous smile curves his mouth.
“Never.”
Then he leans in. His lips press to mine.
When he pulls back, he bends his elbow for me to hook my arm through.
I take it and we exit the penthouse.
Stepping into the elevator,Karson presses the button for the valet level of the garage, and we begin our slow descent. My skin tingles where his hand rests on my hip, and I shift on my feet.His head lowers to my neck, and his lips press to my skin. I tilt my head to give him better access, a soft moan leaving my lips.
“Fuck waiting,” he growls, reaching out to slam the emergency stop button. The elevator jostles, causing my heart to leap into my throat. He turns to me, grabs my hands and throws them above my head. They slam against the mirrored wall, and his lips crash into mine. I open for him immediately. The way his hands were on me in the penthouse has left me aching for him.
One hand grips under my thigh, hooking my leg around his back, while the other holds my hands in place above my head. Then, that hand slides in between us, quickly undoing his belt, and pushing his pants down to the middle of his thighs.
“I want my cum dripping down your thighs tonight,” he says. Tearing my lace panties from my hip, he stuffs them in my mouth before sliding his cock inside my already wet pussy. Hard and fast. My head thuds against the elevator wall as he slams into me. The taste of my arousal tangy on my tongue. The piercings drag along my inner walls, making my pussy pulse.
“That’s it, dolly. Fuck, you take me so well,” he grits through his teeth. Picking up the pace, he fucks me into the wall relentlessly. Trying desperately to get deeper and deeper. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Fuck. Karson,” I mumble through the fabric as the cross hits that spot inside of me that threatens to undo me entirely too soon.
