Once Upon A Time(14)

Whatever it was, it only fueled the fire he’d already started.

The stranger stood silent, his scent wrapping around me like a blanket of warmth. It was woodsy, like the smell of autumn rain on the first day of the season. I couldn't help but inhale as I waited for Mr. TDD to address my statement. The scent alone was clearing the alcohol-induced fuzz that had taken over my head, bringing me right back down to reality where I stood in a stranger’s office while he pinned me against his door.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to inform him I was leaving, his lips crashed down against my own. I couldn't help the involuntary sigh that escaped my lips the moment his mouth seized mine, the taste that was uniquely him coating my lips like a fine gloss. I was stunned into silence, questioning whether I should knee him between his legs and run, but those thoughts were quickly squashed the second he dragged his tongue along the seam of my lips.

I was pretty sure the floor had bottomed out because nothing could've prepared me for this.

Instinctively, I opened my mouth, allowing him room to explore. All thoughts about leaving had gone right out the door I collapsed through, my mind had shut off and just begged my body to feel. Tentatively, my tongue moved and found his, softly stroking, flicking, moving in a deep erotic kiss that had me completely weak at the knees. A deep carnal sound rumbled through my stranger's chest as his grip on my wrists tightened, his body so impossibly close to mine that I could feel every ridged muscle underneath his suit. My hands flexed as the need to cling to him took over. I wanted to touch him, I wanted him to feel exactly what he was doing to me.

“Let me touch you,” I begged.

I don’t beg. But right then I would've offered him anything just to run my fingers through his impossibly black hair, to scrape my nails against his scalp while he devoured my mouth, anything just to get my damn hands on him.

“No.” He growled, taking my mouth with so much force, I moaned hard against his lips.

As if he could feel exactly as I did, he removed one hand from my wrists, using his other to restrain them both. Now able to roam, his hand moved slowly from above me to the soft skin of my cheek as he bit down on my bottom lip. The sting was there, as a tang of copper filled my mouth. But the second the sting arrived, it swiftly left as he soothed the spot with his tongue.

I think I could’ve orgasmed from his kiss alone. This kiss was igniting the heat between my thighs and I couldn't help but shift my legs so my very core was able to absorb the friction from his dress pants. His smooth large hand quickly descended the moment he felt my thighs wrap around his dominant leg. Without hesitation his hand was cupping my breasts over my strapless peach dress. He gave my right breast a squeeze, seemingly appreciating the firmness within his palm.

Pulling back from the kiss, his hooded eyes found mine and I think I quivered. “I’m going to let go of your wrists. If you move, I will punish you. Understand?”

I nodded my head, trying not to think, trying not to make sense of what the hell was happening.

In an instant, his hand left my wrists and splayed across my breasts. I dropped my hands to my sides, unsure as to what his next move would be. Then, I whimpered. My once strapless dress which encased my breasts was pulled away from my body in one swift move, the fabric bunching around my waist as my lace-enclosed breasts became exposed to the cool air of the room. My bra was a strapless black lace number, one I really liked. Well, that was until the moment he grabbed both cups and pulled, ripping the fabric in half. I watched with my mouth agape as my favorite bra fell to my feet.

Rest in pieces, bra.

Goosebumps quickly coated my skin, the lack of bra was showing just how turned on I really was.

This was ridiculous, I thought.

How was this even happening? Was I attracted to him? Yes. Was I turned on just from his voice? Hell yes. Would this probably be the best one night stand I've ever had and probably won’t ever forget…

The question instantly disappeared from my mind the minute the stranger lazily dragged his tongue along my right nipple, the very nipple that had become a painfully tight bud within seconds of meeting him.

Oh god.

The moment hit me with force, the moment when ravaging hunger takes over your body like a freaking hurricane. I was turned on to the point of no return, ready and willing to do whatever he wanted just to get the orgasm I craved. I moaned as his lips wrapped around my hardened peak and pulled with his teeth, soothing the slight burn with his tongue while squeezing my left breast.

A rumbling growl brushed against the nipple that was currently seized between his teeth, igniting liquid heat that pooled between my thighs. I had no doubt that if he slipped a hand beneath my dress, he would find me wet and ready for him. As if he could read my thoughts, his hand descended, landing at the apex of my right thigh.