Breaking the kiss, she pushes my jacket down my shoulders and tugs at my already loose tie. Once the knot is out, she sends it flying across the room and starts working on the buttons of my shirt. I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor and set her on her feet. Taking her hand, I pull her toward the bed and take a seat at the edge. My hands land on her hips as my eyes wander up her body, taking in every curve. Finally, my gaze settles on her face.
“Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts,” she says, huffing out a breath.
I cluck my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
I’m too fucking gone to care about the consequences. I can’t explain it, but there is a carnal need inside of me and it can’t be suppressed. It can’t be ignored. The only way this isn’t happening is if she has a change of heart or someone breaks down the door and shoots me. It would have to be a good shot too, because wounded and all, I’d still make Violet mine.
“Take your clothes off,” I reply evenly. “Slowly.”
Her eyes light with satisfaction at my command and she licks her lips, trying to hide her smirk.
Those lips.
That mouth.
My cock is going to look fucking amazing sliding in and out of it.
There’s plenty of time for that, though. We have all fucking night and I don’t plan on wasting a single second. Violet’s going to feel me for fucking days.
When she walks and her legs ache.
When she dances and her hips lock.
When she fucking sits and her ass cheeks burn from the sting of my hand.
When she lays in bed at night and her fingers don’t satisfy the ache between her legs.
Yeah, she’s going to feel me. But first, there’s something I want from her. Something I’ve been yearning for since I spotted her on that stage in Delilah’s Den. A pretty little memory to keep me going when this new life of mine becomes too taxing for my soul.
She pulls her shirt over her head and quickly reaches behind her to unhook her bra. The straps fall down her arms, revealing her perky tits. This time I don’t struggle with my conscience and I openly stare, taking in her hardened nipples and the rosy areolas that surround them. My dick swells against the zipper of my pants as she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her sweats. She kicks off her Adidas slides and slowly shimmies the pants down her hips. Stepping out of the sweats, she takes a step toward me, but I hold out up a hand in protest. My gaze lowers to the scrap of lace covering her cunt.
“That too.”
“So demanding,” she complains.
She has no fucking idea how demanding I am, but she’ll learn. I plan on teaching Violet lots of things and the lessons begin tonight.
She tears the lace down her legs and shucks the thong aside. Completely naked, she props a hand on her hip and narrows her eyes. “There.”
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the years we spent teasing one another. Her quick wit and sarcastic humor have made for great matches, but sparring with her during sex is going to be the fucking highlight of my life.
The best fucks are the ones full of fire, and Violet’s a blazing inferno.
I lift my head and tip my chin.
“Take your hair down,” I order huskily, pressing the heel of my hand to my cock.
Muttering a curse, she rolls her eyes and reaches for the band holding all that blonde hair on top of her head. She gives it a good pull and all those waves fall around her shoulders.
“Anything else?”
Feeling on edge, I hastily undo the buckle of my belt and roughly unbutton my pants. Relieving myself, I drag down the zipper and lift my eyes to her.
“Just one more thing,” I say.
“Rocco—”
“Dance for me.”
The fire temporarily leaves her eyes as her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“You want me to dance for you?” she questions, swallowing and shaking her head. “But there’s no music.”
“You don’t need music, it’s in your soul and it’s taught your body every chord. Show me your grace, Violet.” I pause, leaning forward. Grabbing my knees, my gaze penetrates her and the words that leave my lips next are a whisper. “Dance for me.”
She draws her lower lip between her teeth seeming to contemplate my request. Then she takes a step back and glances around the room. Spotting a chair, she drags it away from the table and positions it front of the bed.
I look from the chair to her beautiful face, expecting her to perform one of her acts from Delilah’s, but she doesn’t use the chair as a prop. Instead her fingers tighten around the back of the chair and she closes her eyes. A moment passes before her eyes spring open and lock with mine. Drawing in a deep breath, she uses the back of the chair as leverage to lift herself onto her tip toes and spins so that her back is to me. Spreading her arms wide, she gracefully raises them above her head and twirls around.
I knew she had talent, I saw it firsthand, but this is different. It’s art in its purest form and with every graceful move that follows she creates a masterpiece for my eyes only and as she surrenders her body and soul to her craft, and I lose myself to her.
Keeping my eyes pinned to her, I lift my leg and cross it over knee. I make quick work at removing my designer shoes and dress socks. Then I stand and let my slacks drop down my legs. I step out of them as she twirls and jumps in front of me. She lands, crossing one leg in front of the other and her eyes lock with mine. Surprise flickers in her baby blues and it’s as if she forgot I was even there, watching her, committing it all to memory. Every twirl and every jump. The way her body bent and stretched as she moved around the hotel room.
I close the distance between us, laying one hand on her hip and brush the hair away from her shoulder, tucking it behind her ear.
“Beautiful,” I rasp, moving my hand to her jaw. My thumb brushes over her lower lip. “So fucking beautiful.”
She swallows, drawing in a deep breath and her dainty fingers fall to the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“Are we done?” she whispers, sliding her hands inside the briefs. My cock stiffens against her palm and she mewls as she closes her hand around my shaft.
“Baby, we’re just getting started.”
I let her slide my boxers down my thighs, then I kick them off the rest of the way. In one swift move, I lift her into my arms and walk her toward the bed. Depositing her on top of the comforter, I kneel on the bed. Her hair fans out over the pillows as she bends her knees. Spreading her legs, I crawl between them. My gaze darts to her pussy.
Bare, wet, and perfect.
I hunker down between her legs and her breath hitches as I press my lips to the inside of her thigh. I start at her knee and work my way up, pausing at her pussy. She arches her hips, thrusting her beautiful cunt in my face, but instead of licking it like we both want, I torment us both and move my mouth to her other thigh.
“Rocco,” she hisses.
“Hmm,” I murmur against her thigh.
“Stop fucking teasing me,” she pleads.
I lift my eyes to hers, dragging my finger through her lips and she moans in pleasure.
“More,” she pleads.
Grabbing her knees, I push her legs even further apart before spreading her open with my fingers. Her pussy glistens like the diamonds on her wrist and I quickly lower my mouth. My tongue runs up her slit in one stroke.