Obsessed(14)

I pull in a deep breath, savouring the intermittent brush of his fingers against my ear. "I work alone at home. I don't have a studio."

"No studio?" His voice is a low whisper as I feel his breath rush against my neck. "That's a shame."

"I'd love to have a dedicated space to work in. One with more natural light. Ideally, I'd find a different apartment that was more suited for me to work and live in. Not that my place now isn't great. It is. I mean, it's not great but it's okay. It's enough for now." I'm digressing partly because the smell of his cologne is intense and alluring and partly because I'm so nervous. My experience with men is restricted to Mark. That's it. Having any other man this close to me is unchartered territory for my hormones and I'm worried that my incessant talking is making that ever apparent. I pull in a deep breath willing myself to calm down and embrace the experience. When would I ever get to be this close to a man like this again?

"I think your talent is less about the space you're in and more about you," he whispers, his index finger gently moving my hair away from my neck.

I can feel him sigh deeply as I move even closer to him, raising my hand up his thigh. I look down to see his obvious growing erection straining against his slacks. I take in the scent of his skin which combined with the wine is making me feel lightheaded.

"Do you have a favorite piece?" My lips are close to his cheek now.

"I loved the necklace you were wearing the other night at the gallery," he says under his breath.

"Tell me what you like about it."

"The shape of it was exquisite."

"What else did you like about it?"

"That it was touching you." He shifts to the side, his hand grasping my waist to pull my body close to his.

"You couldn't take your eyes off of it."

"No. I couldn't take my eyes off of you." His mouth finds my neck. He leaves a line of small kisses, his tongue playfully tempting my sensitive skin.

He pushes his lips into mine and I soak in the taste of them. I sense the subtle pressure of his tongue on my lips forcing me to open my mouth more. His kiss becomes more aggressive as my lips follow his lead. His teeth pull at my bottom lip sending a tender feeling of pain through my mouth.

As a moan escapes his body, I pull back from the kiss. I trace my open lips down his cheek to his jaw line, running my teeth along it. I move towards his neck, biting softly along the path.

"I kept thinking about you…about the scent of your skin, the curve of your neck." His words are rushed as his lips find mine again. His breath labored and wanton.

"I thought about you too," I whisper. "I can't stop."

He cradles my face in his hands, pulling me into him. "I won't stop."

A small moan runs through my body.

Deftly he pulls me onto his lap so I'm facing him. My lips rest against his cheek. I slowly run my tongue over the bristle of evening stubble, tasting the salt in his skin.

His hands find my thighs. I'm certain he can feel my arousal as I subtly push my now damp panties into his lap. His hands inch upwards. My breath catches.

"When I saw you at the gallery..." He reaches for the sash holding my dress closed. "I wanted to take you home with me right there."

I nod. My voice stuck in my throat. I watch him pull on the sash, my dress falling open revealing the white lace bra and matching panties I'd chosen for the evening.

"You're so much more beautiful than I ever imagined." His hands push the dress from my shoulders, leaving me exposed and open. "I've thought about this moment for so long."

I catch his gaze and smile gently. "You've thought about me?"

"You have no idea." He runs his finger down my neck. I jump slightly at the intimacy of his touch. "Tell me?"

"Your skin is so soft." He grabs my hand with his, gliding my fingers over the flesh at the top of my right breast. "Feel it?"

"Yes." I slide myself across his erection, pressing my body into his.

He smiles. "That's what you do to me."

He guides my hand down my breast, tracing my finger over my swollen nipple as it pushes against the fabric of the lace.

He presses his lips to mine. "You want me too, don't you?"

I moan as I feel his tongue once again claim mine.

He continues our joint exploration with my fingers, running them over the soft curves of my stomach until they're shyly grazing the top of my panties.

"Let's see how badly you want me." He pushes my fingers below the lace.

I'm instantly greeted with the warm wetness of my arousal.

"Touch yourself for me, Ivy," he whispers into my ear.

I feel for my clit. I gasp the moment my finger brushes against it. I'm so aroused already.