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"Yeah? What rule is that?"
"If I'm going to wear pretty dresses for you, you have to leave them in messes on the floor at the end of the night," I say. "No more keeping yourself back from me. I need all of you."
"Jesus," he rasps, his voice thick with emotion. He presses into me, so close I feel his heart pounding against my chest, beating as fast as mine. "You want me to make love to you, little one?"
"So bad." I clench my hands on his shoulders, tugging helplessly at his shirt as desire spikes higher, rising more swiftly than before. The need to feel his weight on top of me, to feel him inside me… God, I'm going to lose my mind if he isn't mine soon. I need him. Here and now. Like I've never needed anything before.
"You're beautiful," he says, his eyes dark obsidian. And oh, I know that look, the one that hints at every wicked thing he wants to do to me. It promises pleasure I've only dreamed about.
Heat twists in my belly at the sight of it, spreading outward in ever-widening ripples. I nearly cry at the sight of it. He's done telling me no.Finally.
My gaze falls to his lips, eager for more of his kisses. Will they be tinged with the truth now? Will love change the taste of his lips and the shape of his tongue? I moan at the thought, dying to know. I want to know everything about this man. Everything.
"Catriona," he breathes, his voice husky, and then his mouth descends on mine. His tongue darts out, licking at the seam of my lips. He backs me toward the windows, teasing his tongue across my bottom lip at the same time.
My back hits the cool glass, pulling a moan from my lips. It feels good against my overheated skin, the dichotomy of sensations overwhelming. Andreas reaches for my hands, pulling them up above my head to pin them against the glass. The move leaves me trapped beneath him, completely at his mercy. I like it far too much.
"Oh," I whisper, a shock of desire ripping through me.
He swoops, claiming my mouth, possessing it. He's not sweet and gentle this time. He's all dark and wicked, taking what belongs to him. And God, I love every minute of it. His tongue surges into my mouth, playing with mine until I'm weak in the knees and trembling. Somehow, he unmakes me and puts me back together at the same time, forging me into some new being. I'm not poor little Catriona Grady in this moment. I'm something bigger, bolder, a woman worthy of devotion.
He bites my bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth to suck on it.
Something inside rises hot and fast, wanting him as crazy as he's making me. So I bite his lip. I suck on it. I tease him too. He growls my name, his patience and composure scattering. Our tongues dance together, growing more urgent, more desperate.
We break apart gasping for air, gulping it greedily into lungs starving for oxygen. It doesn't slow him down any. He moves to my neck, nipping and biting the sensitive flesh beneath my ear, raking his teeth across it.
I cry out in bliss. And then lose my breath when his rough hands glide down my body, gathering the hem of my dress in his hands.
"I want to eat you right here while you watch the city below," he rasps, his eyes gleaming with greedy desire. "Are you going to let me?"
"Yes," I sob. Something about the possibility of being caught excites me, making me desperate to give him exactly what he wants. No,Iwant it. I want him to eat me here and now, with all of Houston on the other side of the glass. I don't care who sees us. A naughty little part of me hopes they do see. I hope they do catch us. I want the whole world to know that I belong to this man and this man alone.
"Good girl," he croons, the vibrations of his words sending another wave of desire through me. The way he says those two words… Lord, I think I'd walk through fire just to hear him call me a good girl in that sinful whiskey and smoke voice.
He presses a kiss to my throat and then slowly works my dress up my body. The cool air kisses my skin, making me sob his name in anticipation. He releases my hands long enough to pull the dress off over my head and drop it on the floor, leaving me in nothing but my torn panties.
"Goddamn," he growls, his eyes raking like wildfire over me. His hands clench and unclench as if he's fighting to keep them off me. "You aren't wearing a bra."
"It's built into the dress."
"Lucky dress," he says, taking a step back. His gaze sweeps down my body, taking in every inch of me. I love the way he looks at me as if he's never seen anything more beautiful. I'm full of flaws and imperfections. My body looks nothing like his. But when he looks at me, I feel like a priceless work of art because I know that's what he sees. It's written all over his face.
"I don't know where to start with you," he murmurs.
"Touch me," I plead, not above begging.
He reaches out, brushing one thumb across my nipple.
I gasp in pleasure, arching forward for more as my arms tremble and fall to my sides.
Andreas makes a small sound in the back of his throat and gently lifts them back over my head. "Keep them up, little one," he says. "I don't want you rushing me or touching what's mine. We both know you can't help yourself."
I whimper because he's right. He turns me into someone else, someone desperate and needy. I'm greedy with him, impatient and willing to be a little bit naughty to get what I want. When I'm with him, I'm so wrapped in desire, even the air caresses my body, teasing and taunting me, making me burn hotter, making me need him more.
My eyes fall closed as he touches me again, slowly tormenting me with soft passes over my nipples. It feels so damn good. I arch and mewl beneath him, aching for more. But Andreas takes his time and makes me take mine. He lets the anticipation build until I feel like I'm going to shatter apart.
"Oh!" I cry out, my knees buckling when he dips his head, his mouth covering one breast. He wedges his knee between my legs, holding me up against the window with his body. His tongue wraps around my nipple and then his teeth.
