"Look at me." My tone was a command.
Natalie's lashes fluttered twice, then opened. "Richard, I'm exhausted today." Her voice was faint. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?"
She didn't wait for my answer before rolling over again.
I closed my eyes—the vivid, striking figure in red, and this restrained, quiet figure in white. Which one was really her?
The question gnawed at me.
I stopped talking. Instead, I gripped her shoulder firmly, forcing her to face me again. Then I bit down hard on her lower lip, sucking almost violently, my tongue forcing past her teeth, invading, sweeping, claiming her mouth.
I felt her surprise. But quickly, she melted into the kiss.
My fingertips traced down her spine, pressed into the small of her back, pulled her hard against me until there was no space between us. Natalie's soft body pressed tight. Even through fabric, her soft, warm breasts nearly burned me.
I wasn't satisfied with just a kiss.
So I moved from her lips, along her jaw, biting my way down to her neck, my tongue trailing across her chest.
She let out a soft sound, tilting her head back, exposing more of her throat. "Richard..."
Without question, I loved it when Natalie said my name like this.
My palm slid from her lower back downward, delving deeper, kneading the full softness of her flesh.
My breathing grew ragged. I bit her earlobe, my voice rough with panting. "Natalie..."
She didn't speak. Her skin burned. Her breathing scattered. She went soft all over, but she didn't push me away.
Good. Obedient.
This was my Natalie.
Chapter Three
Natalie
God, I couldn't resist Richard's kisses at all.
From the very first time we met, he'd taken control of my body.
Two years ago.
At that charity gala where we first laid eyes on each other, I couldn't stop staring at him.
I imagined what those muscles looked like under his expensive suit, how sexy his groans would sound in bed. If only his big, rough hands could grab my waist hard right now...
Oh, God. I felt like my whole body was on fire.
So, I grabbed my barely touched wine glass and marched straight up to him.
"Mr. Winston, my father hopes we get to know each other better." I tilted my chin up at him. "So, could you give me a ride home right now?"
He looked at me, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, but he didn't answer right away. Those few seconds of silence had my heart pounding.
"Fine," he finally said. "My pleasure, Miss Green."
We got to the parking lot, and Richard gentlemanly opened the back door for me.
