Page 50 of Feel It in the Air

The pads of his thumbs graze over my taut nipples, pleasure shooting through me. My knees wobble, and I choke back a moan, still trying to hold on and not let him know he’s getting to me.

“And these? Standing at attention only because it’s cold?”

No…

“Yup.”

Swiping again at my nipples, Gus chuckles, knowing exactly what he’s doing and enjoying every second of it. A ripple of lust courses through me, wetness starting to pool between my legs. If he keeps this up, I’m going to be a full-on puddle before he even kisses me.

“So, what you’re telling me, Miss Margeaux,” Gus taunts, leaning down and nipping at my ear, “is that you aren’t interested in picking up where we left off at your desk?”

“I didn’t say that.”

I hook my fingers into the loops of his dress pants, yanking his hips into me. I move, slowly, seductively, rubbing against that bulge that’s now very present.

“Oh? Then, what, pray tell…”—grabbing ahold of my hair, he tugs it back, exposing my neck and kissing his way down toward my clavicle—“are you saying?”

I swallow hard, trying to catch my breath. I want to make sure I make this perfectly clear. Lifting his head up, I stare him in the eye, feeling powerful and full of fire. I hope he’s ready.

“That if you, Gus Hayes, want to fuck me, then do it. Don’t use some phantom as an excuse. Throw me on that four-poster bed, and have your way with me.”

The inferno that rages in his eyes only lasts a second. Or at least, I only see it for a second. Because I’m airborne before I can fully exhale, Gus’s hand meeting the bare skin of my ass. The sweet sting radiates through me as he does exactly as I asked—tosses me onto the bed.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, pretty girl,” he growls.

“I’ll take my chances.”

Gus’s nostrils flare at my challenge. Placing a hand on either side of my head, he looms over me, looking like a villain, a whole new rush of desire taking over. He’s still fully dressed, the contrast between us only serving to fuel the moment. Capturing my mouth in his, Gus kisses me—really kisses—for the first time since he walked back into the room. It’s hard, hot, borderline punishing.

And I fucking love it.

I grab hold of him, trying to deepen it. I seek out his tongue with mine, wanting more of him. More of his taste. More of the things he’s making me feel right now. All the way into my toes. He’s not having it though. Grabbing my hands, he pins them above my head, not once letting up on the kiss.

Oh, fuuuuuck…

“Time for touching later, baby,” he whispers, kissing along my jaw.

“But you’re touching me.”

“And I plan to do more than just touch…”

Moving his way down my body, the soft, peppered kisses turn hot, wet, and open-mouthed. More like a branding iron, leaving their mark along my skin. Marking me as his. Each new touch sends me reeling, a new set of nerves brought to life. As if each one was waiting for Gus to flip a switch.

And flip it he does.

“Know what I want more than anything?” he asks, nudging my thighs apart. Cool air hits me, sending a shiver up my spine, making Gus laugh. But only for a second. The look like he’s ready to devour me returns in an instant, and he licks his lips. “Another taste of this perfect pussy.”

I bite my lip, holding in a moan. His deliciously dirty words are the stuff that dreams are made of, and I can’t help but wonder if he knows how many of my fantasies he’s fulfilling right now. And how many more he’s about to fuel.

As if I was a gift left for him, Gus runs his hands up my thighs, right at the apex, skirting where I want him the most. So close, yet so far. I’m not surprised he’s drawing this out, taking his time, like we don’t have any place to be. Even though we do. It’s payback for all my sass earlier. And frankly, I probably deserve it.

Still, I wiggle my hips, trying to coax his fingers to where I want them. He doesn’t take the bait. Instead, he continues to trace along the outside of my pussy, teasing me with his touch. My clit throbs, each beat of my heart calling to him to zone in.

“I thought you wanted a taste…”

“I do…” he replies, sinking a finger into me.

Oh, fuck!