Obviously fed up with us fumbling our way to his bed, he scoops me up and carries me across the room to a wall of smoky glass doors. He slides them open one-handed and takes me to the side of the bed, dropping me to my feet at the side.
“Clothes off.” He steps back and slips out of his shirt before working his belt buckle loose. I watch him with fascination, his body like a work of art that needs to be appreciated. “Dakota,” he growls, making me jump. “Take your clothes off if you don’t want me to shred them.”
I lick my lips and slip off my flats before I slowly pull my top over my head. When he has nothing on but his pants, I push my grey slacks down my thighs.
“Fuck, I can see how wet you are.” His eyes devour me from head to toe as I stand before him in nothing but my panties and a bra, breathing heavy. I wait for him to touch me, my skin already on fire with anticipation. He steps toward me, his hand balling into a fist like he’s not sure where to start, where to touch me first.
I put my hands behind my back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders. His eyes darken and his jaw tics as the material lands on the floor. I don’t hesitate to slip off my panties, and I’m so wet the cool air makes me shiver.
“Now what?” I question.
“I’m trying to figure that out.” He reaches for me, his finger skimming the tip of my nipple, and it tightens. “I don’t know where to start. I don’t know if I want to eat you first or bend you over the bed and fuck you until you scream my name.”
I don’t tell him I’ll be happy either way, but judging by the way his lips curve up ever so slightly, he knows what I’m thinking. I hold my breath as he walks around me and moan when he cups my breast from behind, lowering his mouth to my shoulder. My head tips to the side, giving him access to my neck as one of his hands travels slowly down my stomach to between my legs.
The first touch of his fingers makes my head fall back and my eyes slide closed. He nips my earlobe as his fingers slide past my clit to fill me, and I start to open my legs wider, to give him more room, but his teeth sink into my flesh in a silent demand not to move. I grab hold of his forearm, willing myself to hold strong. The pleasure builds, threatening to bring me to my knees as his fingers thrust into me slowly and his thumb rolls over my clit.
Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he moves me around to face the bed and bends me over. My core tightens right before I cry out in frustration when he removes his fingers from me, and then I cry out for a different reason when he drops to his knees and his mouth latches onto my clit from behind. His fingers dig into my hips to hold me in place as he devours me like he’s starving, his tongue, teeth, and lips sending me closer to the edge.
My body shakes and my toes try to find purchase against the wood floor as my head thrashes from side to side. When his thumb presses against my entrance, I fall over the cliff, shouting his name. Stars fill my vision, my body feels light as a feather, and my skin tingles from my hips to my toes. Just as I’m starting to come back to myself, his body covers mine and he enters me without warning in one smooth thrust.
The head of his cock bumps my cervix, and I feel him throb inside me, seeming to take up every inch of space. Wanting more of him, needing more of him, I lift up on my hands and push back against him, listening to him groan. He wraps his hand around my hair when I toss my head back, and then he pulls me up, angling my head so he can cover my mouth with his. His mouth is hungry, desperate, and branding as he kisses me, and in that moment, I know I’m already his.
He fucks me harder and harder until I’m once again stumbling over the edge of pleasure, only this time he falls with me, locking his hips against mine after one final thrust. We both tumble forward onto the bed, his body heavy on top of mine and our breathing erratic as we soak up the last pulse of pleasure.
When he rolls away, I miss his weight but then relish the feel of his skin against mine as he drapes me across his chest and once more tangles his fingers into my hair. I rest my forehead in the crook of his neck and wrap my hand around his side, feeling sated and sleepy.
“Are you okay?” His voice is gruff but warm, and I tip my head back to meet his gaze.
“Yeah, are you?”
“Better, now that I’ve had you again.” He smiles when I smack his chest. “What? I missed you.”
“You missed the vagina.”
His eyes lock with mine, looking deadly serious. “No, I missed you.”
I chew on my bottom lip then swallow. I want to tell him that I missed him too, that I missed connecting with him like we just did, even if we only shared that for one night, but I manage to keep my mouth shut.
He sighs then smooths a finger across my forehead to behind my ear. “I can wait.”
I somehow doubt that. Instead of pointing out his behavior, I rest my head back against his chest, and then my stomach growls when I smell something delicious. It reminds me that I didn’t eat anything but a package of mixed nuts at lunch today, because I was anxious to get back to work so I could try to impress Kathy with some new ideas for tomorrows show. “I’m starving.”
“You wouldn’t be so hungry if you’d just come here when you were supposed to.”
“I didn’t give you a time when I would be here,” I remind him, lifting my head off his chest to narrow my eyes on him. “And I went out, because I wanted to try to get to know the people I work with, since I do have to work with them and wouldn’t mind having some friends.”
“I’m your friend.”
If I’m not wrong, there is a little bit of jealousy in his tone, like I couldn’t possibly want to be friends with anyone else when I’ve got him.
“You’re also the CEO of IMG. I can’t talk crap about my job or your company to you.”
“Why not?” he asks, kissing me swiftly before rolling me off him and getting out of bed.
I blink at the sudden change of position, unsure if he’s serious, and when I see he is, I just shake my head, not even attempting to help him understand. I get up and start to search for my clothes but stop when he hands me a T-shirt. I put it on over my head, and it hits me midthigh, long enough that I don’t need to worry about pants.
“Let’s feed you,” he says, walking out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but his boxers, and I follow him, glaring at his back as I hop into my panties.
“Let’s talk about you sending Hanna down to talk to Kathy.”
“That was not me; that was all Chris. He saw your work,” he replies over his shoulder as he walks toward the kitchen.
“You showed Chris my work.”
He smiles. “I showed him your work, and he agreed with me and thought we should send Hanna down to try to convince you to meet with him.” He disappears as he bends at the waist, and then a moment later, he comes up with a pan covered with foil, placing it on the counter.
“You should know that didn’t convince me. All it did was make me mad.”
“I got that from your message.” He sighs, getting out two plates, and then he goes to the fridge, grabbing two bowls filled with salad.
“Do you want help?” I might be annoyed, but I don’t want to be rude.
“You can pick a bottle of wine,” he says then lifts his chin in the direction of the dining table. “I have a wine room. You’ll see it now that you know you’re looking for it.”