I’d seen that look before. It was the same look he had worn when I caught him watching me in the shower. But this time, I wasn’t going to let him walk away so easily.
Slowly, I turned around, keeping my eyes on him. I dropped my hands to the belt of my robe, languorously sliding them toward the knot. His gaze darted to my fingers, carefully tugging the bow apart. I could see that he was at war with himself. With his desire.
It was a war I wanted to win.
Without looking away, I finished untying the belt and slid the robe off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I was naked—completely naked—in front of him.
Heat sparked in his gaze, and we stood there at an impasse, neither of us moving, until finally he swore under his breath.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, kitty cat,” he said.
My blood ran hot. The battle in his eyes raged on. I lifted my chin in a challenge.
Before I could blink, I was in his arms. I gasped as he took my mouth with his, the kiss brutal and intense and everything I wanted. He pulled me tight against him, his hands everywhere—my breasts, my ass, my hips, my hair.
His mouth on mine wasn’t romantic or sweet or cautious, his hands groping me so roughly that I would probably have bruises in the morning. I wanted more.
I arched against him, grinding my hips into his, my entire body hot and aching for his touch. I didn’t care that I was being needy, practically begging him to get me off. His tongue was hot against mine and he broke away just long enough to grab my hair in his hands, yanking my head backward so he could bite and suck my throat.
Wrapping my leg up around his hip, I tried to get closer. I was naked but he was still fully clothed, and it was shockingly erotic to rub myself against him that way, feeling the hard length of his cock behind layers of expensive wool. I was desperate for relief, the months of anticipation building inside of me until I could barely stand it.
His hands moved downward, gripping, squeezing, slapping as they went. One hand tightened around my hips, pushing me away from him. I nearly wilted in disappointment until with hardly any warning, he spun me to face the mirror. His hand came around my front and delved between my legs.
“I want you to watch,” he growled. “I want you to look at yourself in that mirror while I fuck you with my fingers.”
I was already hot and wet for him, and I gasped as his fingers glided into me hard and fast. His hand was still fisted in my hair, forcing my eyes forward, forcing me to look at myself, at the glaze of lust in my own eyes.
Stefan had perfect, long fingers, strong and sure in their movements. I was panting, grinding myself against him as he fingered me, out of my mind with pleasure. I couldn’t hold back, his deft strokes bringing me to the edge almost immediately.
He tugged my head back, his tongue deep in my mouth, his fingers pumping inside of me—it was almost too much to bear, the sensations overwhelming. I could feel my release building inside of me, and I reached behind me to clutch Stefan’s shoulders, my groans pitching higher, my breasts heaving with my shuddering breaths.
His mouth broke from mine, his voice hoarse as he sucked my earlobe between his teeth.
“Take it,” he growled into my ear. “Take all of it, kitty cat.”
His hand moved faster, his fingers switching to shallow thrusts designed to tease my g-spot. My body felt like liquid fire. The orgasm started to surge through me, and I moaned Stefan’s name, giving myself up to the ecstasy.
I came in his arms in a hot, helpless rush, crying out as my entire body shook with release. His grip went tight around me as my knees buckled, my muscles going slack with relief.
But still it wasn’t enough. He had made me come but I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to come with me. I unclenched my hands from his shoulders, his fingers still moving inside of me, milking the last gasps of my orgasm from my body.
As I turned around and reached for his belt, my hands brushed against his hard cock, straining against the fabric. He was ready. And I was hungry for him. I wanted him now.
But just as I managed to unbuckle his belt, the doorbell rang.
