Page 18 of Unraveled

“Your turn, huh?”

Gian took his time removing his shoes and suit jacket, putting the items away, along with Cara’s things. She toyed with the velvet choker at her throat as he checked his cell phone, then put it away with his other things as well.

Then, his attention was back on her.

Entirely.

Fully.

Unwaveringly.

Cara was frozen in place while Gian moved closer, taking his steps slow until he was close enough to pull her in the rest of the way. His one hand slid under her jaw, tilting her head up to look at him while his other slipped lower. She sucked in a sharp breath when his hand skipped under her skirt for the third time, only, instead of fucking her with his fingers until she came, he pulled the panties down around her thighs. The article fell the rest of the way to the floor on its own.

“You don’t need these, sweetheart.”

The second time he kissed her was nothing like the first had been in the car. It wasn’t slow or languid, but rough and demanding. Cara barely registered the zipper on the back of her dress being pulled down, not with how Gian’s tongue seemed to tangle with hers in a way that made her wish it was working between her thighs. He had quite a talent with that tongue of his, and she wondered what it would take to get him to put it to use.

He made quick work of pulling her dress down, letting the top half pool around her waist as he exposed more skin. The penthouse was warm, as far as that went, but Cara still shivered.

His fingertips dragged down her flesh. His palms flattered to her toned stomach. He stroked his digits softly over her lines and curves, like he was taking time to commit them to memory. Each time, she shivered.

The sensation raced over her skin.

“You can’t help that, can you?” Gian asked.

“What?”

His fingertips traced invisible lines over her naked breasts—the dress looked better without a bra underneath. “When I touch you, you can’t help what happens.”

“I don’t know if it’s you.”

Gian smirked. “I do. You wouldn’t be so shocked if it wasn’t a new thing, Cara.”

Goddammit, he was too cocky for his own good.

“I’m going to take you hard in this hallway, fuck you until you feel like you can’t breathe, and then I’ll take you to my bedroom, strip you down, and do it again. I like that little spot you left on my jacket, Cara, but I really want to see what you can leave on my slacks before I have to take them off completely. How does that sound?”

“That sounds filthy.”

“Really?” Surprise lit up his rugged features. “I would think filthy would be wearing them tomorrow with a new jacket to hide the stains because it gets me off.”

Yeah, that was worse.

“I need you to give me a yes or a no,” he urged huskily.

Cara smiled as his thumb stroked over her reddened lips. “You make it hard to say no.”

“Still not a yes.”

“Yes, Gian.”

He tipped his chin up, teasingly. “And …”

“And, what?”

“And that sounds …”

Cara let out a groan. “That sounds fucking great.”