“Do you have any idea,” he rumbles against my neck, “how fucking gorgeous you look tonight? I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” I manage to gasp as his teeth graze my collarbone.
He pulls back just enough to look at me.
Hazel eyes burn with intensity as his fingers trace the line of my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. “I don’t want her. I never have. We’re just friends and that’s all we’ll ever be. You believe me, don’t you?”
My breath catches in my throat. “I…”
“Tell me you believe me,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against mine. “Tell me you want me. Just me.”
“I believe you. It’s always been you, Ro. Only you.”
We’ve barely come to a stop before he’s is dragging me out of the back of the limo, up the steps and into his house.
The instantthe door slams behind us, we’re all over each other.
Rough hands slide up under my dress. When he lifts me up, my legs immediately wrap around his waist as I rake my hands through his hair. His mouth scorches against mine, tongue sliding along my bottom lip before he delves in deep. The fabricof my dress bunches around my hips as his hands grip my thighs.
“Fuck, Lizzy. You’ve always been an itch I can’t scratch,” he growls against my neck. “No matter how deep I dig my nails under my skin, you’re always there. A permanent part of me.”
I tug his hair, forcing his head back so I can look into his eyes. His pupils are blown so wide, they’re nearly black with desire as I search his face. “You truly mean that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
In one fluid motion, he spins us around and carries me up the stairs. Breasts smashed against his chest, his lips never leave my skin as we climb. I can feel how rock hard he is through his pants, pressing insistently against my core.
When we reach the bedroom—his bedroom, I realize with a start—he sets me gently on my feet. The room is bathed in moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting everything, including him, in a silvery glow.
A king-sized bed dominates the center of the room, its slate gray upholstered headboard spanning half the wall. Sheets, crisp and white with the faintest hint of a pattern that look like they cost more than my monthly rent, are pulled taut across the mattress with a fluffy dark green duvet resting on top.
“Turn around,” he commands, voice husky.
Breathless, I obey, heart hammering as his fingers find the short, hidden zipper of my dress. He draws it down slowly, lips following the path of my spine over my exposed skin. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me standing in nothing but a lacy black thong and heels.
“Hell,” he breathes, hands skimming my sides. “Perfect. You’ve always been so perfect, Iz.”
Warm breath tickles the back of my neck. Every muscle in my body constricts as his spicy masculine scent rolls over me, making my thighs squeeze together.
Gripping my arms, he spins me around. When his head dips and his mouth takes mine, my entire world bursts into flames. Flames that burn their way past my lips and into my heart, igniting my fractured soul.
I cling to his taut, muscular shoulders for dear life as his hand splays against the middle of my back, bending me backward so he can trail his lips across my collarbone and down to my breasts.
Hyper-aware of every graze of his lips and the way he’s rubbing his impressive length against my lower belly, I groan.
The noise seems to knock him back into the moment, because he sucks in a breath, baring his teeth in a crooked smile. Eyes dark and hungry he uses his whole body to walk me backwards toward the bed.
God, he’s so hot. Otherworldly hot. Mind-blowingly hot.
My core pulses, and I suck in a shattered breath when his fingers, soft as a whisper, curl around my neck.
His thumb brushes gently over my pulse point, making it jump wildly under his touch. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble vibrating over my skin. “Having you in my bed. Naked. Writhing. Panting beneath me.”
No other man has had this much of an effect on my body. Parts of me I never would’ve thought could clench and pulse, flutter wildly.
The back of my knees brush the edge of the mattress. Moonlight casts half his face in shadow. Wide-eyed and breathless, I can still see the fire in his eyes as he drinks me in, my mind going a gazillion miles per hour.
“Get naked,” I whisper, reaching for his belt.
