“About what?” She pushes off the wall, and Christ, the way she moves should be illegal.
I catch her wrist before she can touch me, using her momentum to pin her against the opposite wall. “About how much I want to mess up that perfect dress.”
Her breath catches. The elevator dings.
She fumbles with her keys while I press against her back, moving her hair aside to taste the skin of her neck. The keys clatter to the floor and when she bends to retrieve them, the dress rides up and—fuck.
“You’re killing me, Tink.”
The moment we’re inside, I kick the door shut and pin her against it, lifting her until her legs wrap around my waist. The soft gasp she makes sets my blood on fire.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” I murmur against her throat, hands sliding under her dress, “watching you take on my entire family without flinching.”
She laughs breathlessly, fingers working at my shirt buttons. “What, arguing with your brother did it for you?”
“Everything about you does it for me.” The admission slips out before I can stop it.
She unwraps her legs slowly, sliding down my body until her feet touch the floor. Her eyes are dark with intent. “Sit down.”
I drop onto her bed, watching as she steps back. The playfulness from earlier is gone, replaced by something more intense.
“Stay there,” she orders, reaching for her zipper. “I want to try something.”
My mouth goes dry as the dress falls, revealing black lace that makes my hands itch to touch her. “Christ, Tara.”
“You’ve been so tense all night.” She moves closer, settling between my legs. “Let me help with that.”
When she drops to her knees, my hands fist in her sheets. “You don’t have to?—”
“I know.” Her fingers work at my belt, looking up at me through her lashes. “I want to. Unless you don’t want?—”
“Trust me.” My voice is rough with need. “That’s not the issue.”
Her smile is downright sinful. “Then stop thinking so much and let me take care of you.”
And really, what can I say to that?
“Tara.” I warn and suck in a breath.
She looks up at me, her eyes wide and innocent while what she’s doing with her mouth is anything but. My dick twitches as even more blood rushes there when she looks back up at me.
“What?” she asks.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to control yourself.”
I suck in a breath.This woman.
“Tara.”
“Yes?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nods.
“Okay. I need you to suck my cock right now. Like a good girl, like you can’t live without it.”
