She takes my hand—easily, like it’s the most natural thing in the world—and with a slow shake of her head, she says, “I want to be where you are.”
Relief floods my veins. I want to be wherever she is, too.
Silently, I walk backward, pulling her toward the bedroom we’ll share for the week. As we cross the threshold, my chest constricts with anticipation.
“I haven’t felt this way about another person in a very long time,” I tell her, stopping at the foot of the bed.
It’s so much more than that, really. I’ve never felt this way about a person period. But it’s too early for that distinction.
“I adore you,” I tell her. “I cherish every moment we spend together, and I’m in awe of the person you are.”
Her chest rattles against mine as she sucks in a shaky inhale.
“I need you to remember that tonight. Because I’ve been dreaming of fucking you so hard and thoroughly that you may question just how kind and decent I really am.”
She pops up on her toes, wearing a wicked grin. “Challenge accepted, Mr. Steele. Make me question everything.”
Fire flares to life inside me. “Turn,” I command.
She obeys, and I quickly tug on the zipper of her dress, exposing her bare back and the top of her thong.
She’s not wearing a bra. I suspected as much at dinner, though that doesn’t dampen the thrill of this discovery. I slip my hands beneath the loosened fabric, skimming over her sides, then cupping her tits.
Brushing the pads of my thumbs over her pebbled nipples, I bring my mouth to her ear. “What would you like to do about protection?”
“I have an IUD,” she breathes. “I check it monthly. I was tested recently, too. All clear.”
I still at that confession, the reason behind why she recently sought testing a bitter reminder of what she’s endured and by whom.
Rather than dwell on the thought, rather than allow any type of distraction, I force my focus to her and her alone. I plan to fuck her so well she won’t be able to form sentences, let alone recall any man who came before me.
“I was tested at the end of last year and had clear results,” I tell her. “And I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
She tilts her head back, eyes locking with mine, and blows out a shuddering breath. “Do you want to fuck me bare?”
“Angel,” I tell her, my words thick with need, “I want nothing more than to slide into your perfect cunt and feel every inch of you clench around me bare. But only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” she promises, tipping her chin back in search of my mouth.
As I bring my lips to hers, she opens for me, her tongue dancing with mine in a slow, heated harmony. I pinch her nipples, rolling the perfect buds, then graze one hand down the front of her body, brushing past the trimmed patch of hair on her mound, and possessively grip her sex.
Slick warmth coats my hand, the evidence of her arousal spurring me on.
Without breaking our kiss, I glide my fingers between her lips, letting her wetness coat my hand.
She trembles in my arms, rolling her hips back in search of more.
“Patience, angel.” Lifting my middle finger, I breach her entrance. “We’re just getting started.”
She whimpers, the sweet little sound inspiring ripples of pleasure to grip my insides.
With a shuddering breath of my own, I garner all my self-control, determined to make this night one she’ll never forget.
Locking an arm around her, bracing her against my body, I add another finger. Then I crook both in slow, tantalizing strokes.
“You’re so wet.” I latch on to her neck and trail kisses across her skin. “But you’re still wearing far too much clothing.”
She laughs, lifting an arm and shrugging down the strap of her dress, though when she tries to do the same on the other side, shetsks. “You’re going to have to move your hand if you want me out of this dress, Mr. Steele.”
