I swallowed my disbelief. He was every woman’s dream, and just looking at him made me tremble with desire. But the man had no reason to lie, and I appreciated his honesty.
I angled my face up and brushed my lips against his. A groan—low and primal—vibrated in his chest as he crushed his mouth into mine with a desperation that sent shockwaves through me. My lips parted instantly, welcoming his warmth while his tongue slid against mine in a way that had me pressing my thighs together.
He kissed me like he was starving for affection. Just like I was.
He tangled his fingers in my hair and pushed my strands to the side, cupping my nape. I was at his mercy and my body relished it.
He abandoned my bruised lips and buried his face in my neck, sending shivers down my spine as his lips traced my collarbone. I slid my fingers through his thick hair.
He skimmed every inch of my exposed skin until his teeth found my earlobe and he bit down. It was almost as if he wanted to mark me, and I didn’t mind the idea one bit.
He licked the sensitive spot, nibbling, assaulting it with his tongue, before whispering, “Tonight, you’re all mine, golden one.”
“Yes.” My voice was too breathy. “Just for tonight.”
His thumb grazed my pulse and he rasped, “And I get to do whatever I want to you.” I moaned in response, the idea thrilling. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like something, won’t you?”
“Yeah…” I trailed off, because I was certain this man knew exactly what he was doing and I would love every single second of it. Or maybe I couldn’t think rationally, but then that was the point, wasn’t it?
“Good.” His tongue lapped at the shell of my ear. “Open your legs.”
I did as he said, and while he was still holding my nape with one palm, he reached under my dress with his other and cupped my pussy.
“I’m going to rip these little panties right off you.”
A gasp tore from my throat. “Please.”
His thumb slid up and under the waistband of my panties.
“I’m keeping these,” he said before shredding the delicate lace and circling my opening, teasing me.
My hips arched into his touch as his fingers slid against my wet entrance, sending shudders down my spine. Then he thrust a finger inside me.
I went on my tiptoes, stifling a moan.
“Fuck. You’re drenched,” he rasped, driving his finger deeper. His other hand was in my hair now, fisting it. “I’m not going to last long like this.”
Maybe there was a part of me that was wrong, because I liked the idea of being the reason this man spilled too soon.
My inner walls clenched greedily, needing to be filled.
His hand dropped away, and a light slap to my pussy followed.
My eyes snapped open. “Wha?—”
“I’ll give you what you need, but you’ll take it my way.” I exhaled sharply. Another, firmer smack landed in the same spot, and I had to bite my lip to keep from audibly panting. “Understood?”
“Yes.” I reached up, wrapped my hands around his neck, and pulled his head down. “But then you’ll take what I give you too.”
Without hesitation, his hands slowly drifted to my ass, and I realized I loved his hands on me. He squeezed hard and hoisted me up, letting me wrap my legs around him as he shoved my back against the wall.
“You even smell like violets,” he whispered into my ear. “How is that possible?”
“You smell amazing too.”
A groan reverberated from his chest and he pulled me off the wall. Holding me firmly against him with one hand, he carried me through the penthouse while the moon watched us kiss like tomorrow wasn’t promised.
He dropped me onto the bed, immediately reaching for my dress and pulling it over my head. My bra soon followed, and I sat naked on the edge of the mattress, his gaze reverent on me.
