Chapter Eighteen
Cierra
Pounding heart, sweatypalms, and quivering muscles consumed me as Trace drove to my place, pulling into a parking space right in front of the building.
“That was luck,” I said, breaking the silence that’d engulfed us on the drive over.
“Yeah.” He winked at me and switched off the engine. My heart beat roughly in my chest.
As I rummaged for the front door key, his hands wrapped around my waist and I paused, feeling his hot breath on my neck.
“This sexy tattoo is killing me,” he rasped, sending chills up my spine. He pulled me against him, his hands slipping around my stomach. Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back as he moved his hands up slowly, his thumbs brushing along the bottom of my breasts, and a small moan escaped through my lips. I pushed back, my ass rubbing against his crotch, and he spun me around, my chest pressed against his. He gripped my hips at the same time I looped my arms tightly around his neck.
“You look amazing. Did you buy this dress for me?” he asked.
Our faces were mere inches apart and our ragged breaths mingled together. I licked my lips and nodded. Muscles deep inside me tightened and arousal surged through my senses. I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on before. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, then swept his tongue across my lips, tasting and teasing me. Low guttural moans vibrated in my throat as I parted my lips, giving him greater access.
“So irresistible.” When his tongue twisted with mine, shivers skated over my skin. He drew away, ran a thumb under my bottom lip, and stared at me intently. Desire heated his eyes, and the look sent a bolt of fire between my legs. Jerking me closer so there was no space between us, he took my mouth with a savage intensity as he ground his hips into me, his hardness rubbing against my stomach. My body was in overdrive, and my panties were beyond damp.
As we stood outside kissing like crazy, the sense that someone was watching us washed over me. I pulled back a little and Trace moved his mouth to my neck, nipping and biting, as I looked past his shoulder. Nothing was amiss. The occasional car went by, but no one was out there. I couldn’t shake the feeling we were being watched though.
“Holy shit!” I jumped when Trace’s hand landed on my panties.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he said into my ear before he pulled the lobe between his teeth.
Dragging my gaze from the empty street, I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered, “Let’s go upstairs.”
He kissed me hard and held his hand out for the keys.
On the ride up the elevator, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, which continued down the hall until he opened the front door. The minute I closed it, he slammed me against it, his mouth hungrily devouring mine once more as his hands slipped under my dress and up the insides of my thighs.
“Trace,” I whispered as I grabbed his hand and pulled it toward me. He flinched his head back and I slipped under his arm, tugging him behind me. As hot as it would be to have sex against the wall, I wanted our first time to be in my bed. Maybe it was cheesy, or I was making what we were about to do more than it was, but I wanted it to be romantic.
When we got to my bedroom, I kicked off my heels and went to the window to close the shutters. Across the street, I saw the silhouette of a man against the glow of the streetlight. I sucked in my breath. I could swear he was looking up at me, but I couldn’t distinguish any features. Then the figure slipped into a black car, started the engine, and drove away. I racked my brain, trying to remember if the black car was there when we got to the building or were kissing out front, but I couldn’t. Why I was making an issue of someone getting into his car and leaving, I didn’t know. I just had the vibe that something wasn’t right and the figure was watching me.
“What’re you looking at?” Trace asked.
Pulling the shutters closed, I turned around and smiled. “Nothing.”
“Then get your ass over here.”
I giggled and went to him, and he drew me close and kissed me deeply. Desire surged through me and I tugged at his suit jacket, trying to slip it past his shoulders. He chuckled and helped me out, then threw it on the chair next to the dresser. I fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt, dying to see the tattoo that had peeked out of his tight T-shirt that night at the Tipsy Cow. I’d been dreaming about it since then. When the last button popped open, I slid the shirt down his arms and it fell to the floor, crumpled at our feet. I stepped back and gasped: tanned skin stretched taut over corded muscles, his tantalizing V dipped beneath the waistband, and inked tribal symbols flowed with his rising and falling chest. In a word, he was magnificent.
I ran my hands up and down his strong arms, then explored the grooves of his pecs and abs. Stepping closer to him, I pressed my mouth to his chest and kissed him, then traced the lines of his tattoo with the tip of my tongue. A low, guttural growl broke from his lips.
“Fuck, Cierra.”
Rolling off his tongue, my name sounded sweet and nasty at the same time. I looked up at him through lowered lashes and caught his hungry gaze.
“Take your hair down.” His voice had an edge of sternness.
I removed the pins and it cascaded down my back. For several seconds he took me in, his hungry gaze slowly traveling over me, lingering at my bust. Then he placed both hands on my shoulders and gently turned me around. Unzipping my dress, he pushed it down slowly, carefully, to the floor and over my feet. I quivered as his hot breath fanned over the nape of my neck, and goose bumps erupted on my skin. I reached behind me and placed my hands on his hips as I leaned back into him. Very slowly, his fingers trailed from my neck to my shoulders, down my arms, across my stomach, and between my breasts. By the time he placed one hand over my breast, his finger stroking the very tip of my hard nipple, my insides were mush and every part of my body ached for him.
“You like that?” he said thickly.
“Yes,” I breathed, trembling under his touch. The only clothing I had on was black thigh-highs and panties.
As he flicked my other nipple while running his hand down past my rib cage, I squirmed and clenched my legs together. His hand slipped between my thighs, nudging them until I parted my legs. He then cupped my sex, his thumb stroking my sweet spot, and I thought I was going to come right at that moment.
