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His brows snap together. “What about my conditions?”
“I don’t care about proposals, a seventy-two hour waiting period, or marriage. I don’t care about the physical or monetary things you can give me, but if that’s what you want, then I’ll find a way to accept it. I’ve used everything as an excuse because I was scared, but I’m putting off the inevitable. All I want is you. So, yes.”
He stands abruptly and his chair teeters before landing with a loud thud. I stare up at him with wide eyes as he rounds the table to stand in front of me. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“When the woman of your darkest fantasies says she wants you, you don’t let anything get in the way of her changing her mind.”
Chapter39
Calista
The car rideback to Hayden's place is electric.
Energy fizzles along my nerves, igniting my skin and making it sensitive, but he has yet to touch me. If not for the dangerous glint in his eyes, I'd think he was unaffected by my presence.
And the fact I’m giving myself to him.
Hayden is the perfect gentleman the entire time and it drives me insane. He opens my car door and escorts me to the foyer, all without skin-to-skin contact. As usual he places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me to our destination, but there’s nothing more than that. My nervousness grows the closer we get to his penthouse.
I step into the elevator with him behind me, and the doors shut, leaving Hayden and I alone. The air is heavy with anticipation, the pull between us undeniable.
He stands behind me and I can feel the heat emanating from his body. Butterflies take flight in my stomach when he leans forward, his lips just beside my ear. His breath tickles my neck as he reaches out to punch in the code giving us access to his floor.
I frown when he steps back and leans against the far wall, putting as much distance between us as the enclosed space will allow. He stands with his hands in his pockets, his gaze unreadable. Except there’s a narrowing of his eyes whenever he looks at me.
I turn my head and try to focus on the floor numbers slowly climbing, but I'm acutely aware of Hayden. Every part of me longs to turn and kiss him, to give in to this tension that threatens to swallow me whole.
The charged silence hangs between us, weighted with unspoken truths and wants. I lean against the wall, feigning nonchalance. Until he whispers my name. The sound is desperate and full of agony.
I flick my gaze to him and my breath hitches. Fists clenched at his sides, he takes a step toward me and stops, uncertainty etched into the set of his jaw. My heart stutters at this uncharacteristic indecision, a crack in his impenetrable facade. I sway toward him without thought, longing for the familiar heat of his skin on mine. He stares at me, his gaze traveling over every inch of my body as if he can’t decide where to touch me.
“Fuck it,” he says, his breath ragged. “I can't wait anymore.”
He backs me into the wall, his mouth trailing fire down my throat as fingers grip the hem of my skirt. Then he claims me for a kiss. It turns ravenous, all lips and teeth and edges softened in the space between frantic heartbeats, until I'm trembling from the sensual onslaught.
I cling to his shoulders as he glides his hands over my fevered skin, rough and impatient yet somehow reverent in their rediscovery of every curve. Then he abruptly breaks the kiss to drop to his knees before me. And lifts my skirt to my waist.
“Let me see that pretty pussy.”
A growl rumbles from deep in Hayden’s chest before he yanks my panties down to my ankles in one swift movement. With a fierce hunger, he watches when I spread my legs, giving him access to the intimate part of me. His eyes drink me in, as if he can't get enough.
“You better come before we reach my floor,” he says.
His stubble scrapes against tender skin when he grips the backs of my legs and buries his face between my thighs. His mouth on me is like a wildfire—hot and insistent, leaving sparks of pleasure beneath his touch. His tongue circles and teases until I’m panting, my breathing short puffs of air that fog up the mirrors on either side of me. Before I close my eyes, I look at my reflection. Hayden's head is between my legs and I'm clinging to him, my eyes bright with the pleasure he's giving me.
I thread my fingers through his hair as I rock against him, aching for release. His fingers dig into my skin, keeping me immobile while I writhe beneath his skillful tongue and lips. The moan that escapes me spurs him on. He devours me until I’m mumbling incoherent things, every sound sheer desperation.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he drives me over the brink with one final stroke of his tongue. My body shakes uncontrollably as ecstasy slams into me. I cry out his name, the sound ricocheting off the walls and echoing in the small space.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers against my sensitive flesh, his breath skimming my clit.
He doesn’t let up, continuing to lap and suck until my orgasm has long since faded. He pulls away slowly, licking his lips as he looks up at me with a smirk. His eyes are filled with satisfaction, the hue like aquamarines.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmurs.
Before I can respond, he stands up, his focus centered on my mouth. I watch him as he lowers his head and claims it for a kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, immediately groaning at the eroticism of it.
When he pulls away, the side of his mouth lifts. “See what I mean?”
