He doesn’t pull away. On the contrary, his palm squeezes my thigh, and it sets off a chain reaction, ending with a throbbing between my legs.
“Why?” I whimper, no longer able to hide the desperation in my tone.
Sal curses again, and I know I’ve pushed him too far, too soon. But instead of stepping back like I expect him to do, he closes the space between us, his body crowding me in.
“If you don’t want this,” he growls, his deep voice vibrating through me, “I suggest you tell me now.”
Unable to speak, I zip my lips, and Sal laughs incredulously. “I need words, Keeley.”
“I want this.” I look him in the eyes, my stare unwavering as I lift my other leg, wrapping that around him too, the motion putting my white lace panties on full display.
“Fuck, Keeley.” He stares down at the undoubtedly wet material, the fire in his eyes burning out of control. “I want to ripthese hot-as-fuck panties from your body. But once I do, there’s no going back for me. At least not tonight.”
“Good. I want you to destroy me, Sal. I want it all.At least for tonight.”
Sal’s gaze lifts to mine, and a moment passes between us, both of us knowing this is going to change everything, yet unable to stop it.
“We should probably set some ground rules,” Sal rasps, his eyes meeting mine as he slowly runs his palms along my thighs, exactly as I pictured it.
“We can talk about that later,” I rush out, my chest heaving as I wriggle in anticipation.
“As you wish.” I barely have time to process his words before he has his hands on my hips, lifting me to sit on his desk the second I wrap my legs around his waist.
I let out a gasp, and he slides me farther back, spreading my legs before he lowers himself to his chair, dragging it closer so his eyes line up with my pussy.
I hold my breath, watching with rapt attention as he lifts my panties away from my skin, ripping the silk with his fingers while leaving the rest intact, turning them into a crotchless pair.
And my body convulses in need. “Oh. My. God.”
“Rule number one,” Sal grates, the tip of his thumb gliding toward my clit. “And this may be my main rule… I want to hear you moanmyname, not God’s, when I’m making you scream. I’ve spent far too long thinking about how delicious it would sound. I’m not giving someone else the credit.”
Holy shit. My breath hitches as I nod, until Sal raises a brow, once again expecting an answer, with words. “Yes, Sir.Sal. I can do that.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
SALVATORE
Sir.Fucking sir. I hate that term, and yet, when it’s whispered from Keeley’s perfectly glossed lips as her pleading gaze begs for more, my fucking cock hardens.
All this woman has to do is look at me with a fire in her eyes and my body reacts.
That doesn’t mean that it’s right. I still don’t know what the hell I’m doing. But I can’t stop.
Not anymore.
Deep down I knew if I ever allowed myself to do more than just kiss her, I’d never go back. And this right here is exhibit A.
“Please,” Keeley whimpers again, and I sit back to look her in the eyes.
“Tell me what you want?” I ask, needing to please her now that I have her begging.
“Anything. Just touch me.”
Christ. I close my eyes and do as she asked, spreading her legs and gliding my thumb through her slick heat. I bite back a groan, my mouth watering at the thought of running my tongue through her arousal. Only I can’t. Not yet.
I’m not ready for that.
I haven’t really thought past ripping her panties.
