“I need you to take me home and make love to me.”
“Putting out on the first date?” he jokes with a sexy lift of his brows.
“I didn’t think you’d complain.”
“True.” He pauses. “But I’ll have to respectfully decline.”
“Decline?” I wiggle free of his grasp, mouth agape. “You can’t be serious. You—”
He wraps an arm around my waist, tugging me against him. I initially try to resist his kiss, but it’s a losing battle. Has been since the beginning.
“I have to respectfully decline,” he repeats against my lips, “because we don’t need to go home.”
“We don’t?”
With a sly smile, he shakes his head and steps back, extending his hand toward me. “Let me show you.”
I eye him cautiously, but curiosity gets the better of me and I link my fingers with his, allowing him to lead me back into the elevator.
When we arrive on the third floor, Anderson opens the cage doors into yet another space. But unlike his studio, this is more like an apartment. An open-concept kitchen, dining, and living area greet me. It still has an industrial feel, but is more homey.
“So this must be your secret lair.”
“Oh, most definitely.” He chews on his bottom lip, giving me a seductive look that makes me nearly combust in my panties. If I were wearing any, that is. “Last chance to make a run for it.”
“I doubt I’d be able to work that elevator.” With a shrug, I lift myself onto my toes, my mouth a breath away from his. “I guess I’ll have to take my chances.”
“I guess you will.”
He clutches my hip, yanking me against him. Our chests heave as we peer into each other’s eyes. Anticipation coils deep within, all the pent-up frustration from these past several weeks threatening to spill over like lava. Finally, he crushes his lips to mine, momentarily relieving the pressure inside me. But only for a heartbeat. When his tongue swipes against mine, lust consumes me, urging me to kiss him harder, deeper, faster, begging him to give me what I need.
Not breaking the contact, he steers me backward until my spine hits the wall. He grips my ass and, much like the first night we spent together, lifts me up, forcing my legs around his waist.
I throw my head back, moaning when I feel his erection. I pulse against him, my breath coming quicker, the combination of my lack of panties and our weeks-long dry spell winding me tighter than I have been in recent memory.
“God, baby…” He nuzzles me, nipping and sucking at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”
“I feel how much you want me.” I slide my hand down his chest, landing on his crotch.
He hisses in a breath, briefly closing his eyes. Then he brings his thumb to my clit and slowly circles. “And I feel how much you want me. Have been dying to do this all fucking night. You have no idea how badly I wanted to reach under the table during dinner and make you come right there.”
“Anders…,” I moan, moving in time with his motions.
“But I won’t let anybody else have that. Your moans, your whimpers, the look on your face when you come…” He growls, rubbing me faster and faster. When he pulls back, his eyes swirl with pure animalistic hunger. “It’s all mine. I’m the only one who gets to see that.”
“Yes…” I move more frantically against him, out of my mind with lust. His words are possessive and dominant, but damn, I love it. “Only you, Anders. Oh god…” I struggle to catch my breath, my orgasm so close I can practically taste it.
“Put one foot back on the floor,” he orders, readjusting his grip on me.
I do as he instructs, keeping one leg wrapped around his waist while I lower a foot to the floor. I don’t feel him as hard against me as before, but that all changes when he slips a finger inside me, his thumb still circling my clit.
“This reminds me of Tucumcari.” His motions quickening, he adds another finger. “Do you remember?”
“How could I forget?” I pant. “That was the night you told me who you really are. Then fingerfucked me in the alley outside of the bar.”
“Because I couldn’t go another minute without having you.” He brings his lips to mine. My body burns hotter and hotter with east thrust and pinch. “Because I couldn’t go another minute without making you come.”
He covers my mouth with his as a bomb detonates inside me, swallowing my cry, waves and waves of my orgasm washing over me. But that doesn’t make him stop or pull away. He only kisses me harder, taking everything I have to offer, giving me everything he has in return.
As my body and mind come back to earth, our kiss transitions from one of desperation and hunger to one of affection and respect. It’s slow, but still makes me feel all the things this man brings out in me.
My tremors waning, he lowers my other leg, maintaining his hold on me until I have my balance.
“That’s why I asked you to not wear any panties.”
“So this was all part of your plan?”
“More or less.” He shrugs. “I wanted to recreate what I consider our first date, but give you the Prince Gabriel version. That first night in Tucumcari might not have been a date in the traditional sense, but I think that was where we truly began. Where we both decided to take a risk on each other. While I can’t take you out to a dive bar here, then fingerfuck you in an alley, I’d like to think I’ve given you a taste of what that kind of date with Prince Gabriel would be like.”
“I suppose…,” I draw out.
“You suppose?”
“You seem to have forgotten one rather important part of that ‘first date’.”
“What’s that?”
“That after you fingerfucked me in the alley, you all but bolted with me back to the hotel room so you could fuck me for real.” I give him a coy smile. “If we’re recreating that first date, but the Prince Gabriel version, you can’t neglect that. Otherwise, how am I to judge which version of you I like better?”
His pupils dilate, jaw clenching. “Is that what you want, Nora? To be fucked by a prince?”
A shiver rolls through me, a new wave of moisture pooling between my legs. I swallow hard, chest heaving as he leers at me with a look that drives me wild with need.
“I…”
“Tell me you do.” He leans his forearm against the wall behind me and brushes his lips against mine. “Tell me you want to be fucked by a prince.”
Holy shit.
This may be the hottest thing we’ve done in a while. Even hotter than the quickie fuck the morning of our engagement announcement when he screwed me still dressed in his suit, the one he wore in all the photos that day. But this… This game is infinitely better.
Doing my best to keep my voice steady, I look at him with an unwavering gaze. “I want to be fucked by a prince.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Nora
Neither one of us moves as my plea hangs in the air. God, the anticipation will be the death of me. Worse, Anderson knows it, yet is still torturing me to the point that I’m pretty sure this could be considered cruel and unusual punishment.