“Really?”
“Yeah. Every single night.”
Her breasts rise and fall with ragged breaths at my words.
“It’s the same for me,” she admits.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Do you want to know what’s been looping in my head?”
“What?”
My free hand lands on her neck. My finger grazes along the bare skin.
“I’ve imagined how soft your skin would feel under my touch.”
“Oh, gosh.”
“How your lips would feel on mine.”
“You have?”
“I can't tell you how obsessed I am to find out how sweet they taste.”
“Holt,” she lets out in a soft whisper.
“Would it shock you if I told you I've also wondered which would be more intoxicating, your lower lips or the upper ones?”
She looks away, but I won't allow it.
I place two fingers underneath her chin and bring her attention back to me.
“I guess I should fess up,” I say.
“I think you've already done a pretty good job of that.”
“There's more.”
“I don't know if I can handle more.”
“I think you underestimate yourself,” I tell her. “I doubt tying you up will be enough for me.”
She knits her eyebrows together in confusion. “I don't understand.”
“I can't wait to feel you.”
“Oh.”
Those fucking luscious lips of hers.
“I need to sink my cock deep inside you to satiate this unreasonable desire I have for you, Everly.”
Her wide-eyed expression suggests she’s at a loss for words.
That does little to deter me.
I press my hips into her. “Tell me you’ll let me fuck you.”
“God, Holt… your words,” she pants.
“Was that a yes or a no, precious?”
She responds with a little small nod.
I tilt my head to the side and wait.
She closes her eyes.
I suspect she’s nervous. Too bad I'm unwilling to let it slide.
“No, eyes open.”
She obeys.
“I'm still waiting for an answer.”
“Yes,” she hisses.
“So you want me as much as I want you?”
“I think you being here spells it out.”
“I'm sure you must know by now I like to hear the words.”
“I want you too.”
“I like that answer.”
I bring my hand to her cheek. Softly, I travel to her mouth before brushing my thumb across her lips, smearing her scarlet red lipstick. I lower my head and drag my lips across her jaw, inhaling every note of her floral perfume. I trail down to her neck and the soft swell of her breast. Unrushed, I kiss my way down, biting the skin where it curves to her neck and causing her to utter a string of inaudible words.
“Let me taste those lips,” I say.
Caging her to the wall, both hands above her head, I lower my head and crush my lips against hers. Our tongues entwine in a dizzying dance. Unable to control myself, I press harder and she responds by moving her hands up to lock behind my head.
Everly tastes every bit as sweet as I knew she would.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” I growl in her ear as I grind against her like a savage.
“I can’t think straight,” she says.
“That makes two of us. Bedroom?” I ask as my lips find her neck again.
“To the left,” she says in a husky voice.
Without warning, I fold my body and throw her over my shoulder. “Oh, my God, Holt,” she squeals. “You’re so freaking tall. From way up here, it’s like standing on top of a skyscraper. Don’t drop me.”
Slap.
“Ouch.”
“Stay still,” I scorn.
“Whoa, you’re taking this kink thing way too seriously.”
“You started it, donut dominatrix.”
She grunts with feigned exasperation. “Brute.”
“Keep it up. I don't have a problem spanking you all night long.”
“Oh, you wouldn't.”
“Try me.”
When I don't hear a retort from her, I resume my mission.
I eat up the rest of the way to the bedroom.
I drop her to her feet.
“See, no accidents and no broken bones. You're still in one piece.”
“I'm going to avoid saying anything that might unleash the impetuous dom in you.”
I embrace her in my arms. “I love your sense of humor.”
Feeling her curves pressed against me awakens my desire.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to devour every inch of your body.”
I pull her closer and crush her lips in a punishing kiss. It's soft and gentle at first, but quickly, I demand her mouth more forcefully. Our tongues flirt, dance and swirl wildly.
“You’re such an incredible kisser.” Her sultry intonation fuels me.
For the next few long minutes, I kiss her with unrestrained passion. She meets my fervor with as much intensity.
My hot little donut girl.
“I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted someone this much,” I say.
“Are you just saying that?” She huffs a nervous laugh.
“I think I told you before. I don't make it a habit of lying to pretty girls. I mean every word I said.”
“A girl could lose her mind over your confession.” Her timbre is playful.
I smile. “There's something else I’d rather you lose.”
“What?”
I trail a slow and lingering finger from her chin to the middle of her breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful, but I’m pretty sure you’ll look even better naked. Take it off,” I order.
“You have a way with words, rocker boy,” she flashes me a teasing smile.
“You have no idea. Now that we've established I'm a poet at heart, are you going to let me see what you're hiding underneath the suit?”
“I should warn you. I wasn’t expecting to end the night with a sexy bad boy. I don't know if the lingerie is up to snuff,” she says.
“I could be wrong, but it doesn't look like you're wearing your grandma’s underwear,” I tease.
“True, but black can be pretty basic.”
“Why don't you let me be the judge of that?”
She removes her double strand necklace first.
“Let me help you,” I reach out my hand.
“Well, thank you, sir,” she smiles, dropping the necklace inside my palm.
“Anything to get me closer to the prize.”
“I’m the prize?”
“Damn right you are.” I slip her necklace into the pocket of my jacket. “It’s safe here.”
She laughs and walks away from me.
“Will you give it back?”
“Only if you’re a good girl.”
“I see,” she says.
“I’m still waiting,” I wave a finger at her. “There are too many layers between me and my prize.”
“Of course. I apologize, Mr. Christensen.” Everly smiles mischievously.
She unbuttons her tuxedo jacket, turns around before I can catch a glimpse of her bra, slides it off her shoulders, walks to a bench at the foot of the bed and drops it with care. As much as it pains me to watch her flick off those sexy heels, I don't protest. I can't. They won't work for what I have in mind. She moves her attention to the last item of clothing. The way she wiggles out of those tapered cigarette pants is a work of art. Even though there’s nothing overtly sexual in her movement, she still oozes sensuality.