“Let’s go up,” I said.
She grinned at my demand, heat flaring behind her dark eyes. She wanted this. I had always wanted this. Now we were on the same page. I had been given a chance to show her all that I felt for her and I wasn’t going to waste it.
It took a lifetime to climb the stairs to her place. It took a millennium for her to get the door open. The moment the door closed and dead bolted, she was on me. I smiled against her mouth.
“Hello,” I mumbled against her in between breaths.
“Hi,” she said.
“What do you need, Roxy?” I asked.
I wanted to make her happier than I’d ever made anyone. I was dying to be inside her. My body shook with the barely restrained desire coursing through my blood.
“Just you,” she said.
She took me by the hand and led me down a short hall. The walls were probably covered with pictures. There were probably rooms with furniture. I didn’t give a shit about any of it. I only saw Roxy as she glanced at me over her shoulder and led me to her bedroom.
I was the most important man in the world. I had to be, to deserve her. I wanted her to feel as cherished as she deserved, as perfect as she was in my eyes. No, not perfect, fully human and multifaceted and strong and beautiful. Better than perfection in her reality.
I would take my time with her. I would make her come over and over after hours of foreplay, worshiping every inch of her body as she was meant to be.
“Sanders?” I blinked up to find her sprawled out on the bed and beckoning. “Take off your pants and get over here.”
That worked too.
I pulled off my shirt and pants and tossed them on to a chair in the corner.
She still wore the clothes from the car, and I intended to pull them off her like a candy wrapper. I couldn’t wait to run my hands up her long legs. Her chest heaved, nipples hardening in the cool room. I was about to finish undressing when I caught her molten gaze as it took in my body. Her brown eyes darkened with desire as a tongue flicked out to lick her full lips.
“How are you so hot?” she asked.
“Funny. That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
I dropped my drawers. I was rock hard and jutted out proudly. I ran a hand down myself, used my thumb to wipe the pearl of moisture over the tip as she watched me. I almost came right then.
“Perfect,” she said.
“Hardly. But I’m yours and that’s all that matters.”
Her lashes fluttered.
“And don’t tell me I can’t say things like that,” I added. “Because I can say what I want here. I can tell you you are the most beautiful woman in every room. You’re funny and clever even when you’re trying to be cranky. You’re amazing,” I said as I walked to her. My words were in sweet opposition to the rough strokes on my cock.
Her gaze flicked between my face and the action of my palm. She crawled on her knees to meet me when I arrived at her bed. Her hand reached out to meet my cock. I hissed as she stroked me once. I was already too close. I held her wrist, stopping her.
“Turn around,” I said.
She hesitated only a moment. Heat narrowed her eyes as she licked her lips. She liked being told what to do. In this safe space with only our mutual respect and desire, I could push her boundaries and tease her. Tell her what I wanted her to do and she would like it.
“Lift your arms,” I said.
Slowly, she did as she was told. She complied with my demand but on her terms. I growled as I grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it off her. I gently brought her arms back down, pushing her long brown hair, thick and straight, off her shoulders. Her shoulders were tight with tension but she melted into me as I massaged them.
“That’s nice,” she said softly.
I rubbed my thumbs in circles down her back, focusing on the strong muscles of her spine until I reached the sweet little dimples just above her pants.
“Stand up,” I said.
