I’d fuck her right here with the dress on. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t appreciate that, though. At least not for the first time. The second time is still in play.
I tug at the zipper again. “It is.”
My dick is so hard that it hurts being stuffed in these pants. “You have two choices. Take the dress off, or I’ll rip it from your body.”
I want to fuck that open mouth of hers, to come on this fucking dress like that would teach it a lesson. “Please try once more.”
This time, I pull the fabric taut north to south and tug the zipper down. The teeth open wide, and I hear a huge sigh of relief from Summer. We haven’t even made it out of the entryway before I’m pulling it off over her head. She’s left standing in a lace corset and nothing else but her heels.
We’re not making it to the bedroom.
CHAPTER 23
SUMMER
“Spin for me.” The gruffness of Daniel’s voice is almost as desperate as I feel. Turning slowly, I peek over my shoulder to catch his expression softening, his lids lowering as he pinches his lip between thumb and forefinger. Pure need. His desire drives mine, pulsing between my legs. I’ve never felt more beautiful.More powerful.
His hands fist at his side, but his expression is anything but angry. The press of his gaze lingers on my skin like a caress, and owning that I can do this to him is an aphrodisiac. I want to show off, to feel his hands on me. I stop when my eyes are on the wall in front of me. My nipples peak, my body on alert. I close my eyes to stave off the need to touch myself.Resist, Summer.The pull is strong, my clit aching for him. I wanted to drop him to his knees, but I’m about to be the one begging.
I clench my core just as his hands warm my hips and slide around to my front. His body presses against my backside, his steel pushing against my ass. The tip of his finger slips through my folds. One circular glide over the bundle ofnerves has me dropping my head and trying to catch my breath.
He peppers kisses along the back of my neck before licking the base of my ear. “You’re so wet for me, Sunshine. Do you feel what you’re doing to me?”
I slam a palm to the wall to keep myself upright. I would let him take me here. Lifting my head and raising my chin higher, I open my eyes and tilt to the side to give him more access to my neck. “I’m so ready for you.”
I’m spun so fast around that if he didn’t catch me, I’d fall. He cups my face, pushing my back to the wall so he can pour his determination into his kiss and steal my breath. He pulls back as if he was yanked by something greater and takes my hand. “I’m not fucking you here. Not the first time.”
Tiptoeing over the dress puddled at my feet, my gaze travels to Daniel’s lips as he grins. It’s a mix of desperation and unseriousness, and he pulls my hand, racing us toward the bedroom. I can’t stop the giggle that bubbles up, but he rewards the sound with a glittering of his eyes. Pride, maybe? We round the corner, and he swings me into his arms, like he can’t miss a moment of touching me.
Enough light streams through the windows that we don’t need the lights on. Just me, Daniel, and NYC.
“Summer?”
I turn back to see him unbuttoning his shirt. The jacket and tie, and the shoes and socks have already been discarded as I play out myPrettyWoman fantasy, other than me being a hooker. “Yes?”
“Walk to the bed.”
We hold our gazes steady before I break protocol to swish my hips. I start to climb on, but he says, “Two feet on the floor.” I glance back, feeling so small town when I don’tunderstand. “Face the headboard and bend forward.” The emphasis on bend has my heart beating faster.
He wantsme on display for him. My mind can’t seem to process this level of confidence in his sexuality. Can I muster the same?
I’d never done anything with a lamp on, much less in a glass box for anyone with binoculars to watch. But also, I have never had anyone look at me like someone special. If this is what Daniel wants, I can do this for him. I lean forward, propping myself up on my forearms, running my hands over the blankets, then gliding them back to me to position my legs, leaving my ass in the air.
Without seeing what he’s doing, my hearing heightens. The sound of his zipper and then pants falling is the pinch of reality that has me squeezing my thighs together. Anticipation zips through me, needing to release it somehow. I lift one foot, then the other, before standing firmly on the floor again. My throat is dry, and my mouth is open as my breathing gets heavier.
He places a hand on my lower back and presses kisses along my spine. “Do you know what a bad girl you are for making me wait to taste paradise again?”
Goose bumps ripple down my arms as my body readies for him. “I do.” I don’t even know what I’m saying, but the words were evoked from the tip of my tongue. His hands slide over my ass and down as he kneels behind me. “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby.”
His hands slide between my legs before I can clench, opening me up for him. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes as I suck in a harsh breath. “Oh my God.”
I’m met with his rough stubble that’s grown in the pastfew hours, two fingers exploring and teasing my clit, and his mouth exhaling hot breath against my wet center. His tongue licks me from entrance to clit, flicking it, and then kissing the sensitive spot like he’d kiss my mouth. A suck and tug has my knees weakening, but his head being between my legs is too much. I fall face down on the mattress. Angling my head sideways, I say, “I needed to lie down.”
He chuckles, the vibration inching me even closer to release. “It’s too much, Daniel.”
Although he sits back, his hands stay secured to my inner thigh while the other explores like he’s discovering new territory and ready to mark me as his. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I’ve not killed before, but if you stop, I’ll spend the rest of my days on death row.”
