Page 66 of Watching Her

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, struggling to hold on just a little longer. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t care less if I was breathing.

The growing sense of urgency was unlike anything I’d experienced, pushing me into letting go all over again. I felt weightless, the intimate moment captivating both my mind and every physical reaction.

He didn’t bother to hide his breathlessness. That ragged, low moan slipping from his lips wasn’t just a physical reaction. The guttural nature of the sound was pure, unguarded honesty, and it pulled me deeper into the rhythm.

Sound vibrated right through my skin. It wasn’t a sound so much as a physical pull, tightening the coil in my stomach until I couldn’t think of anything but him.

I continued bucking against him, throwing my head back as the pressure built to a point that could no longer be controlled.

His tongue worked fervently and as soon as he shifted one hand, thrusting several fingers deep inside, I allowed a single strangled cry.

Light flashed across my field of vision in vivid colors all while jolts of electricity sparked every inch of skin.

“Come for me. Be a good girl and come on my tongue.”

Hearing his voice drop to that rough, desperate timbre did something to my mind. Suddenly, the entire room faded into nothing but the heat of his skin and the beautiful, broken sounds he was making just for me.

The control was shattered, my body responding to the amazing intensity and masterful skills of his tongue. An orgasm swept up from my toes, slashing into every muscle. He didn’t stop, using both his tongue and his fingers to keep me on a high, utter ecstasy that I hadn’t known existed.

This was a moment of absolute surrender, letting go of fears and worries, every abstract thought and concern shoved aside.

He slowed the rhythm, allowing me to catch my breath, but only for so long. With another sweet wave eager to rip at my defenses, I hung my head, staring while he brought me to another climax.

I was weak all over, incapable of feeling anything but the pulsing sensations thrumming through my core.

I wasn’t certain what to expect next, but suddenly, I was in his arms and he was standing, taking a few steps to place me safely on the couch. When he backed away, I reached for him, but he cocked his head. He was telling me to be patient.

To wait until he was ready for more.

In some ways, the request without words was cruel. But then again, as he began to unbutton his shirt, I realized I was about to be given a show.

I rose onto my knees, filled with eager anticipation.

The silence in the room was equally oppressive, but in the moment when he finally yanked his shirt off from the back collar, the only sound needed was the rapid beating of my heart.

His upper torso was a creation of beauty. Broad shoulders filling a doorway. A sculpted chest leading to carved six-pack abs. And the deep V cut leading under the waistband of his trousers. I was blown away by how perfect every inch was.

He never blinked as he kicked off his shoes, but a slow smile curled across his face. One of knowing. One of planning. As he shoved his trousers and silky black boxers down his thighs, my eyes were along for the ride.

While I sensed this was just another reminder he was in control, he didn’t waste time. Within seconds, he was standing fully naked, peering at me with hooded eyes while rubbing the flats of his hands down his chest.

First, I bit my lower lip to keep from offering a single sound, but when he rolled his hand down his abdomen to his cock, I shoved a single finger into my mouth. The sound of me sucking brought a deep chuckle. Every time he laughed, every low and husky growl kept my mind spinning and my body trembling.

I’d never been in awe of a man before. Yes, some were incredibly handsome, others considered rugged. There were some who would make the perfect GQ models while others embraced their imperfections likes badges of honor. And another group could walk into any room and within seconds, be in full control. Not only because of their presence or their voice, but simply by a look given.

With Christian, he was all of the above and more. He was also arrogant, accepting nothing less than perfection. I could only imagine what working for him would be like. His powerful, demanding demeanor was easy to see by the way he wore his tailored suits and the fact he changed watches like I did my underwear. All to be expected from someone with extreme wealth.

All attractive even if daunting for any woman. That wasn’t what made him so different. It was the darkness residing in his soul, not merely dangerous to anyone daring to betray him. There was more and that’s what I couldn’t put my finger on.

It both excited and terrified me.

I knew if I was sucked into his world, there would be no escape. And that world had its own set of rules. His rules. The ones he required to be obeyed without question.

And if and when someone failed to do so? Honestly, my instinct told me they wouldn’t ultimately survive.

That should terrify me. Right? Not excite me.

But here I was breathless, eager and willing to surrender. What in the hell did that say about me?