Obsidian’s gaze traveled over her from head to toe, taking in the little sundress she was wearing. He imagined she was chilled, but as always, she was beautiful, her golden hair hanging down her back and over her bare shoulders. She had minimal makeup on, which made her look even younger than her twenty-eight years.
“Am I interrupting?” she asked from the doorway.
“Never.”
“Good.” Her eyes sparkled when she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
There was a familiarity in that look that said she had something on her mind, so he waited her out. Hisamsouelothad been doing this lately, surprising him when he was working. At first, he thought it was her attempt to stave off the heat, but the more times she did it, he wondered if it was her way of ensuring she was front and center in his world. He could’ve told her no one would ever be more important to him, but he wasn’t sure she would’ve believed him. All because he had to feed from someone else.
For the longest time, they remained as they were, staring at one another.
“Is there something you need?” he asked, hoping what she needed was the same as what he did.
“Actually, there is,” she said sweetly.
“What might that be?”
“You.”
Obsidian was hardly breathing, anticipation amping up his already heightened senses. He noticed the exact moment her breaths became more labored, heard the distinct sound of her heart beating more rapidly, smelled the luscious scent of her arousal. His female intoxicated him and he doubted she even realized she was doing it.
Figuring she needed a moment to decide what her next move was, he stood, moving toward the sofa on the other side of the desk. Before he could pass her, she pulled him up short, her small hand gripping his forearm. Her smile was radiant, her eyes heated as she stepped in close and reached up. She removed his sunglasses, set them on the desk before turning back to him.
Her eyes met his and Obsidian felt as though she was attempting to peer into his soul. Her smooth hand curled around his neck, pulling him down to her. When her lips pressed to his, all thoughts of a slow seduction slipped away. Then again, they’d pretty much left that in the past since her arrival here at the mansion, and he couldn’t say he was disappointed.
Their lips melded together, his tongue slipping into her mouth, seeking the warmth of hers. She was eager, hungry, and as always, he vowed to give her everything she needed and then some. Obsidian felt her fingertips caressing his bare abdomen when she slipped under his T-shirt. Only because he wanted to watch her undress him did he release her mouth. The way her eyes shimmered with heat when she revealed his chest, her hands grazing his skin, it was enough to have his heartbeat speeding up, his cock rock hard.
Rather than rush her, Obsidian urged her to explore. She closed the distance between them, her lips grazing his chest, teasing, tasting.
She nudged the cotton. “Take this off.”
In the work of a moment, he had the T-shirt over his head, tossed to the floor, forgotten.
Her gold eyes glittered when she looked up at him once more. “It’s my turn.”
“For?”
“To seduce you.”
He held her stare. “Ayreme, you don’t have to work at it. I’m already under your spell.”
That seemed to please her, but it wasn’t diverting her from her goal.
Not that he had any intention of stopping her. The female made him burn in ways no other ever could.
Obsidian inhaled sharply when her fingertips dipped into the waistband of his jeans, her lips grazing his stomach. Lust burned like hot coals deep inside him when she unhooked the button, lowered the zipper.
The sexy female took his hand, led him over to the sofa.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered, feeling her hesitance. “Pleasedon’t stop.”
It took effort not to reach for her, but Obsidian managed. His fingers itched to touch her, but he wanted to feel her hands on him more.
His jeans fell to his ankles seconds before Penelope urged him to sit. He dropped to the cushion, his eyes never leaving her.
“Take off the dress,” he urged, toeing off his boots so he could free himself from the denim shackles.
While she slipped the straps of her sundress down her shoulders, Obsidian kept his attention on her while he removed the rest of his clothes, enraptured by her every movement. There was an innocence in her, and he fucking loved that he was her first in so many ways.
