“What’s that?”
I lock my eyes on hers because I need her to know how serious I am. “I’d like to know if your apartment can be my escape, my sanctuary. It will give us time to get to know each other, and I’ll be able to get away from the cameras for short bouts. Not overnight if that’s not what you’re ready for, but—”
“You’d like to date me without dating me.” Once again, Violet reads my mind. She sips her drink, and I can’t stop my gaze lingering on her lips that are stained with the soft pinkish red of the wine. I want to taste it from her mouth, to tangle my tongue with hers, and revel in her flavor.
Pushing up from the chair, I make my way toward her. I offer her my hand, and when she accepts, I pull her to her feet. Gripping her hips, I hold her against me, close enough to see the pupils in her eyes widen and watch how her mouth parts on a soft gasp.
“I want this,” I declare, keeping her stare hostage. Then I lean in and brush my lips along hers, getting the flavor of wine on my tongue as I slowly trace her plump bottom lip and then the thinner top one.
“Then perhaps you should show me the rest of the apartment,” she suggests in a hushed tone that has a direct link to my dick. I agree, and so does he.
20
Violet
He walks me inside, allowing me to look around. My fingers trail across the furnishings, the soft, smooth leather of the couch, and for a moment, I imagine him there, with me, bent over. My imagination has been running wild since I said yes to him.
Even though he’s respected me by taking things slow, I know tonight I’m ready. I need him to take away the ache that’s slowly been taunting me each time he kisses me.
Colton shows me down the hallway toward the bedrooms, and I take in both before we make our way into the larger one. It’s warm inside, but it’s even hotter when he steps up behind me.
His heat is behind me, cocooning me when I reach the balcony doors of the bedroom, which lead out onto another balcony. He doesn’t open them. He doesn’t move. He merely watches me in the reflection, as if he’s waiting for a signal, a green light to finally take what he wants and give me what I need.
I smile, even though I’m not sure he can see me. He lifts his hands, holding my arms, and then gently trailing his fingers down toward my wrists. He lifts them, planting my palms against the window. It’s chilly to the touch, but he doesn’t cool my skin that’s heated from his nearness.
His chin lands on my shoulder, his hot breath fanning across my neck causing goosebumps to dot my flesh. His lips are warm and soft as he presses a kiss to my cheek, then lower to the curve of my neck, and soon, his hands are trailing up to my breasts.
A soft growl leaves his lips as he fondles me, his fingers tweaking my now hardened nipples, causing me to groan. Pleasure sweeps through me, and my core pulses with the need to be filled. I want him to slide into me, feel my heat, and open me, stretch me.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks as he tweaks both my nipples, twisting them until I’m whimpering. Pressing my ass back against his crotch, I feel him, hard and ready.
I nod. But then I mumble, “Yes.” Twisting in his arms, I drape my own over his neck and pull him to me, bringing his mouth to mine. The first taste is sweet mixed with the wine he had with dinner. His tongue sweeps along my lips, tasting me, and I moan. Gently, he takes that as his invitation and dips into my mouth, his tongue colliding with mine as heat takes over every inch of my body.
I spark to life. As if I’d been sleeping and suddenly I’m awake. His hands cup my ass, fingers digging into me, kneading the flesh. He lifts me against him, the hardness of him pressing against my core. I roll my hips, wanting him closer, impossibly so.
A smile tilts his lips, and I feel it against my mouth. His body is rigid, toned, and when he pushes me against the cool glass, I know nothing can steal the heat that’s rushing over my body, from my head, down to between my thighs.
“I’m…,” I mumble, trying to pull in much-needed air, but I’m swallowed by his scent, his cologne spicy in the darkness, and I moan when his mouth lands on my neck, peppering kisses along the column. “I need it.”
“Mmm, if I’m not mistaken, you sound like you need him,” he smirks, pulling my hand down, allowing me to feel his hardness. “More than me,” he continues, and I can’t stop the laugh that falls from my mouth.
“You’re such an overconfident bastard. I didn’t think you needed reminding about what I need,” I tease, and once again, he steals my lips and kisses me. Without breaking away, he moves through the room. Seconds later, he sets me on the bed, and I watch him unbutton the shirt he’s wearing. It’s like an erotic strip show, and I lean back, my gaze drinking him in as his deft fingers move swiftly.
Once the material falls to the carpet, he moves his hands to his belt buckle but stops. “Your turn.” He grins.
I slowly slip the delicate material of my bodysuit over my shoulders, allowing it to slowly inch down my curves. Every moment makes his eyes burn brighter, heating me from the inside.
Once I’m able, I step out of it, leaving the material pooled at my feet. His gaze burns into me as I reach back and unhook my bra. The straps fall over my shoulders, and soon, I’m bared to him.
“Fuck,” he grunts when he takes in my breasts. They’re not huge, but they’re a little more than a handful. I feel self-conscious for a moment as he lingers his stare on me. But I don’t move to cover myself. If I’m going to do this with a world-famous model, I may as well enjoy one night of unadulterated sex and let my fear stay outside the bedroom. Even if by tomorrow morning he wants me gone, having had me, I’ll live with the memory of the pleasure of watching him get naked before me. Of having his hands and lips on me, and his cock inside me.
I squirm at the last one, knowing that my dry spell is about to end. Colton’s in his boxers as he drops to his knees before me.
“Stand,” he commands. Once I’m on my feet, he tugs at my underwear, pulling it down along down my legs. In seconds, I’m naked, completely bared to him. My heart thuds, galloping against my ribs as if trying to attack and escape.
“Colton,” I whimper when he trails his hands up my legs, thighs, and he nudges them apart. I shift my feet, and then his gaze lands on my pussy. Trimmed, yet smooth, he looks like a man ready to eat his last meal.
He leans in, pressing a kiss to my left thigh, then my right. He continues slowly up my inner thighs until he reaches my core.
My body is shaking so badly I think I’m going to pass out from both fear and need. His tongue darts out, lapping at my slit, tasting me for the first time, and a gentle groan rumbles through his chest, and his lips are on mine.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him. He darts his tongue inside me, and I shudder with pleasure. My blood burns as it thrums through my veins. My heart catapults into my throat.
I’m so close, nearing the edge of my release. I see it in sight, and I’m about to leap when Colton takes his mouth away from me, forcing a whine to fly from my lips.
“When you come, you’ll do so on my cock,” he insists as he rises, his boxer briefs falling to the floor, and I gasp at the thickness of him. Tentatively, my hand reaches for him, the heat of his shaft warming me further, and I slowly, gently stroke him.