Indebted:Part 1(10)

"What if I'm already hooked now?" he lowers his voice, and his smile  disappears. I don't think we're talking about reality television  anymore. My breath catches in my throat, and my heart starts humming in  my chest.



I force myself to look away from his earnest eyes, frowning at my hands  in silence. "What's wrong, Kendra?" He touches my arm lightly, and it  sends a shiver of electricity up my arm. I want him to make my whole  body feel like that.



"It's nothing," I mumble to the table. "You just shouldn't toy with people."



He scoops my chin up until my eyes are locked back on his, held captive  in his gaze. "I don't say things that I don't mean." His tone is  unwavering. He doesn't blink, it's like we're having a contest to see  who will break eye contact first, and I lose when I search his face for  some trace of dishonesty. I find none.         

     



 



"I think we should probably get going, don't you? It's getting kind of  late." My voice is full of waves of desire that I've held locked inside  of me until Matthew showed up in my life with the key. He nods, finally  looking away from me only to pull money out of his wallet which he  leaves on the table in a pile. As we make our way out the door, he wraps  his arm around me, and it feels like it was created for this very  purpose. The night air is much cooler than it was when we walked into  the bar a few hours back, and Matthew protectively rubs his hand down  over my arm to fend off the cold. The electricity I feel shoot through  me every time he touches my skin is enough to keep me from freezing.



He stops abruptly, pulling me in tight against his toned chest and leans  over me. The heat of his breath caresses my lips for an instant before  his soft lips meet mine in a kiss that tells the story of our longing.  "I have a little apartment about five blocks from here. Would you like  to come up for a nightcap?"



I'm torn. If I go to his place, I don't think I'll be able to walk out  on his advances twice. What's more, I'm not sure that I'd want to.  "Yes," I whisper.



The city blocks feel longer and harder to walk than ever before. With  every step, my mind and body clash in a battle of wills, but as we reach  his building, it's my heart that makes the final call. I glide across  the lobby in the crook of his arm to the gold, shiny doors of the  elevator. As soon as we're safely nestled inside the metal box, Matthew  leans into me, gently pushing my back against the cool wall and kisses  me hungrily. My body arches to meet the heat of his, begging him for  attention.



When the doors open, it looks like we've walked out into another lobby,  with a magnificent sparkling wall that appears to extend up three floors  and polished marble floors. I blink looking for the hallway to the  condos. As Matthew tugs my hand, leading me across the glossy floor into  a sprawling den overlooking the twinkling cityscape it finally clicks  that we're in his condo. I sit on the rather uncomfortable love seat  while he mixes us a couple drinks. My eyes don't even know where to  focus, the twisted metal sculptures and intricate oil paintings  decorating the seemingly limitless walls, the adjacent kitchen that  appears to be bigger than my entire apartment, or the stunning  billionaire topping up our glasses with a half-cocked smile. My  priorities come back into focus when my eyes rest upon him. Normally, I  would never feel comfortable in such an extravagant space, but something  about Matthew's easy nature makes me feel at home as soon as he sits  with me.



"Thank you." I take the drink he's holding for me. "So, this is your  little apartment, huh?" I say mockingly. "Do you stay here often?"



"More than I'd like, really. It just isn't always practical to fly to my  house at the end of a long day, especially when we have a merger or the  usual insanity of our quarter fiscal accountability to our major  shareholders. I find it easier to stay in here when we're in the thick  of it so I can get more done."



"That doesn't sound like a fun reason for a condo like this," I prod. I  know I'm not the first woman to come up here with him. I guess part of  me wants to hear him admit that this is a routine for him.



"I have some fun here too." I knew it. Bad-boy Blackwell strikes again.  "I've used this place as a venue for quite a few galas and functions. It  was even a temporary art gallery for a showing my friend put on once.  Unfortunately, I think I ended up buying most of the pieces." He waves  his hand around at the less identifiable sculptures placed around the  room. His eyebrows knit together as he stares at one of the hunks of  warped metal. "That should've counted as a charity event."



My drink tastes like spring sunshine on my tongue, warm and slightly  floral, and it goes down a little too easily. "Well, it's a beautiful  place. It would be a shame if you only used it as a place to flop at  night when work is busy."



"I would spend a lot more time here if I had the right person to share  it with," his voice deepens, making his rich baritone like velvet. He  plucks the empty glass from my hand and places it on the table alongside  his. My body rushes with blood in anticipation of his next move. My  breathing grows shallow as he turns into me, sweeping me closer with his  brawny arms and gently opens my lips with his kiss. As our tongues  dance upon each other, my nipples turn to hard pebbles aching to be  explored by his mouth. I arch my back, pushing myself into him, my body  begging him to reward me with his touch.         

     



 



"I want you, Kendra," he murmurs in my ear, sending a buzz through my nerves straight down to my toes.



"I want you too," I confess.



He quickly scoops me up, as if he's picking up a pillow, and carries me  like a bride being taken over the threshold down the hall. My heart  pounds in my chest wildly as he steps into his bedroom, and he lays me  down on his ornate, four-poster bed. He looks at me differently, wilder  and more focused, and my skin sears under his locked eyes. I gasp when I  notice his bulging erection fighting against the fabric of his jeans.



He climbs onto the bed and kisses me, rougher than before, tugging my  lip between his teeth and running them over the edge. Matthew lightly  bites down, sending a shiver through me, and tugs my lip into his mouth  releasing it only to nibble and kiss down the front of my neck to my  blouse. He pauses for a second, and I arch my back up inviting him with  my breasts. Quickly, he unbuttons my shirt, leaving it draped from my  shoulders as he uses only his tongue now to mark a path down to the edge  of my baby blue bra. Matthew's broad hand wraps around my back,  unhooking the strap in one quick movement and then pulls me into him as  he devours my breasts in kisses. I cry out at the unexpected pleasure  his soft tongue sends through my body, my entire body aches for him. He  twirls my hard nipple in his tongue, sucking on it lightly and then  nibbles tiny bites around the outside, driving my body crazy with the  alternating pain and pleasure.



I tug on his shirt feebly, trying to pull it toward his shoulders or to  get him to take it off. He smiles up at me. "There's no rush, Kendra. I  want to enjoy every part of you …  slowly." He makes his way over to my  other breast under deliberate control as my body screams with desire. He  gives each breast, each nipple, each and every inch of them, equal and  undivided attention until I think I might explode if he doesn't take me  soon.



Sensing my impatience, he smiles against my brown sugar skin. "We're  going to have to work on your control." I'm not sure what that means,  and I stop trying to figure it out as he kisses down my stomach to the  edge of my pants. He flicks open the button and tugs them over my hips  and down my legs, dropping them to the floor. I lean up on my elbows and  take my shirt and bra the rest of the way off, so I'm lying in front of  him, shamelessly wearing nothing my blue lace panties. I start  squirming a little as he stares between my legs like a starving wolf  watching a caribou.



He leans over me, teasing me with his breath, and pushes his tongue deep  into the fabric of my panties, pushing the sticky lace into my juicy  dent. I moan at the overwhelming buzz his brief touch gives my clit and  try to pull my panties off, but he grabs my hands tight. "In good time,  Kendra." I groan, dear god I've waited longer than any girl I know! I  think I've waited long enough. As if he's trying to make his point, he  nips and nibbles the inside of my knee in a light path up toward my sex  until he's hovering back over it. Then he continues his journey back  down my inner thigh on my other leg, making me use all of my restraint  to not scream at the top of my lungs in desperation.



Matthew kisses his way back up the tender skin of my inner thigh. I grit  my teeth as he breathes humidity over my mound knowing that he's  testing me. Satisfied with my compliance to his control, he finally  rewards me by pulling my underwear off to my knees and buries his tongue  into my slick fold.