“Give me your mouth, lovely Eve.”
Soft eyed and expectant, she is slices of sunshine, champagne froth, and creamy lace, but as I press my mouth to hers, I’m reminded of how looks can be deceptive as I experience the darker depths of her. She tastes of whisky, of woman, and of a base desire that meets my own in a sweet yet bitter ache.
“I have a question.” My tone husky, I press her body between my hands and my cock, and she arches against me.
“Consentissexy.” Her lips fighting the shape of a smile.
“Presumptuous,” I playfully admonish with a squeeze of her arse. “After your diligence in getting me here?”
She gives a tiny smirk.
“I was thinking about this underwear of yours.”
“What about it?” she purrs, and my cock aches as she stretches against me like a cat. Her breasts, pressed lushly against my chest, almost spill from the top of her dress. My mouth waters. I want to use my tongue to trace the rise and fall of her flesh. Press my teeth into the unblemished flesh. But this isn’t going where she thinks it is.
“I wondered if you’d dressed before or after.”
“I found out? What does it matter?”
“It matters if you dressed for him. Or not.”
“And if I was already dressed when I read those texts?”
I tighten my fingers on her arse, and her exhale feels like liquid fire through my veins. “It would mean you dressed for him, and I’d have to insist you take it off. All of it.”
Her smile is infectious, her words laughingly expelled. “Thatiswhere this is going.”
“Eventually. You’re far too lovely to rush.”
Chapter 6
EVIE
“Tell me, Eve.” His demanding lips trail my neck, licking and sucking, teeth tantalizing. Pleasure pulses through me as I arch against him, luxuriating in the thickness apparent through my dress.
“I dressed to spite him.”
“Are you fucking me to spite him too?”
I take his face in my hands to make certain there can be no mistake. “I’ve never wanted someone so much that I physically ache. Happy now?”
Oliver’s blue eyes burn like twin flames, his arm slipping around my waist to deposit my butt onto the dining table. His palms press either side of my hips, and his deeply masculine purr curls around my ear. “Deliriously.”
“So the underwear?” My voice turns smoky at the rasping brush of his dark bristles, twisting the question from casual.
“It stays. For now.”
“Dammit.” My smile is almost audible. “Isn’t it better to be under- than overdressed in this situation?”
His response is a low rumbling laugh. God, he smells so good, like dark spice and whisky and so unforgivingly male. My fingers shake as I reach for his tie and begin to undo the knot. He doesn’tobject and, if what I felt against me moments ago is any indication, he’s as ready for this as I am.
“Though I must admit, I can’t wait to see what a thousand dollars can buy.”
“Not a lot as it happens.” Can he hear the tremble in my voice? Feel it in my fingers as I struggle to coordinate them. “Fabric-wise, anyway.”
Schlick.The sound of his tie sliding free from his collar drowns out my tiny, desperate breaths.
“Don’t stop there.” His voice is velvet and smoke as he catches my hands, pressing them to his chest. “Do the buttons next.”
