Page 65 of Let Me Love You

Butterflies flutter to life inside my chest. Stop it, I chide them. This is just sex.

“I definitely plan on enjoying your company tonight.” My voice comes out so breathless it sounds like I just went for a run. “In any way that you want.”

A groan rumbles out of his chest, and he grips my hips, pulling me against him. “I’d be happy watching a movie with you. Eating some popcorn.”

Somehow, the thought of him eating popcorn is as foreign to me as doing a complicated math equation. “You eat popcorn?”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

That’s a cherry I’d like to pop but not tonight. I push up on my toes, our lips hovering, and I ask, “Maybe next time?”

He doesn’t respond but instead lowers his mouth to mine like my lips are a magnet and he can’t resist any longer. I sigh as he sweeps his tongue inside my mouth. Heat flows through me as his hands tug on my shirt and lift it over my head. He drops the fabric on the floor. His fingers find the clasp to my bra, and he unsnaps it with a single hand and lets it fall in a heap with my clothes beside the sofa.

As his hungry gaze sweeps over me, goose bumps follow, pricking at my skin.

He lifts me off the couch, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I fuse my mouth back to his as he carries me. I’m addicted to his soft lips—to his minty taste. Grinding my hips, I ache for friction against my core. If I’m being honest with myself, I’m aching for him to be inside me.

Once inside his bedroom, he pulls away, and I almost whimper. This one room has been forbidden to me until now.

Placing me on my feet, he says, “Take off your stockings, and lay on the bed for me.”

My hands find the rims of my thigh highs, and I peel them down my legs without a second thought. Keeping my eyes on Victor’s heated gaze, I slide down my lacy black panties and drop them.

I sit on the bed and scoot back, crooking a finger for him to come to me.

Victor strides forward, still entirely clothed. “Tell me if things get to be too much for you.”

I nod, waiting for whatever comes next.

“Say it.”

I smile. I love that he wants my consent spoken out loud. “I will tell you.”

“Good girl. Now lay back and spread your legs.”

A rush of excitement flows through me at his praise and command. For once, I can relinquish all control and just feel pleasure. I listen and lay back, letting my thighs fall apart. A growl breaks the silence as Victor’s eyes feast on me.

He moves away and sits in a lounge chair across the room, and when I’m about to sit up and protest, he says, “Touch yourself.”

I blink a couple of times. “But I want you.”

Victor’s lips tip up on one side—his eyes almost as dark as the night sky. “You’ll have me if you listen and touch yourself.”

Excitement shoots through me. Mr. Nice Guy knows how to take control of the room.

My pulse quickens as I drop my hand to my pussy and swirl my clit. A moan escapes my mouth as I push a single finger inside. I’m already soaked and ready for him, but this sends a thrill through me that I’ve never experienced. I push in and out, and when it’s not enough, I shove a second finger inside.

He undoes his slacks, pulls out his already hard cock, and starts to stroke himself.

I loll my head back, and my eyes close, but Victor interrupts and says, “Look at me.” His voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard. “I want your eyes on me when you get off.”

Fluttering open my eyelashes, I lift my head to meet his gaze again. I push a third in and continue to finger myself. His hand quickens to match my pace as if he’s imagining he’s fucking me. I can’t help but picture him inside of me, stretching me with his throbbing cock, and I scream out his name.

“Fuck. My name on your lips is pure heaven.” Victor pushes to his feet and kicks off his slacks. “You’re such a good girl you make me want to come when I’m not even inside you yet.”

He sheds his suit jacket and then his shirt and tie. I continue to push in and out even as he prowls toward me with the eyes of a predator. His glorious abs are on full display and for my eyes only.

He lowers himself so he sits on the bed beside me, and goose bumps raise on my skin as he kisses a trail from my neck and down my stomach. I remove my fingers and wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses back up to meet my mouth.