Protect and Service(4)
Anger over-rode the nerves and I yanked the door open to fix him with a glare.
“You’re early.”
He didn’t jump, or otherwise look startled by the abrupt greeting. Instead he turned, the blue eyes that had been stuck in my thoughts the colour of a warm tropical sea as he looked me over. Lingeringly.
My thought processes stalled, my ability to think blown out of the water totally. If I’d thought he looked good earlier in casual clothes, then seeing him in a suit was something else. The short dark hair that had been mussed up before was styled, just. The tousled spikes made me itch to run my fingers through it, and he hadn’t shaved.
Normally that and the fact he’d forgone a tie, the top buttons of his shirt open, would have pissed me right off. Instead I was fascinated, struck-dumb as the desire…no, the need, to get closer and run my fingers across his jaw and see how it felt, surged hotly through my veins.
“Fuck. Me.”
His voice was a reverent whisper that fed my feminine ego, but the words broke me from my day-dream of following the parted v of his shirt and popping the buttons one by one. He looked disreputable and gorgeous but I wasn’t up for taking any crap tonight. Not after the dress disaster and with the distinct possibility of making a right twat of myself hanging over me.
“Yeah. That went well for you last time, remember?”
I grabbed the wayward neckline and yanked up again, stepping back and gesturing for him to come in as I did so.
“I’m not ready yet. Give me five minutes and we can leave. Did your boss fill you in on the requirements for the evening?”
He nodded as he followed me in, his gaze riveted on me. My skin tingled and I looked over my shoulder. Yeah, he was looking at my ass. Colour swept my cheeks, the attention making me squirm.
“What’s the matter?” I couldn’t help asking. Did I have something on my nose? Or, even worse, between my teeth? Fuck. Panic sent the butterflies into meltdown as I turned to check out my reflection in the hall mirror. I didn’t complete the turn. Instead, a large hand clamped over my shoulder to spin me around like some sort of child’s toy. Before I could utter a word of protest I found myself pinned between the wall and a hard male body.
The shiver hit me broadside, the feeling of solid male flipping a switch inside and triggering reactions that should have been illegal. His lips paused a hairsbreadth from mine, his blue eyes dark and full of heat. The amusement I remembered from earlier was gone, stripped away to reveal feral need. He held my gaze, not bothering to hide the lust in his eyes and I shivered again.
“The matter?” His voice was a rasping soft murmur, totally at odds with the expression on his face.
My body reacted instantly, the shiver turning to a rush of heat that rolled through my veins. The girls perked up, my nipples hard and aching in an instant. Even the rub of the soft satin cups brought a flush to my cheeks as it swept through me, en-route to settle low in my belly, my pussy clenching hard as it ached to be filled. It had been…fuck, I couldn’t remember how long it had been. Which meant it had been too long.
The thought of him taking me, that lean, hard body moving over mine as he parted my legs and filled me with the thick, long cock I’d felt pressed against me earlier—Ohhellyesfuckmenow.
He cupped my face, fingers curled into my nape as his thumb caressed the skin of my cheek. Oh lord, he was good. Just the right amount of rough and charm to have even the most hardened ice-queen falling at his feet, and I was no exception.
The touch was gentle, but the tension in his body told a different story. As though he was having to hold himself back and, fuck yeah, I wanted some of that. Wanted a guy to want me so much he had to hold himself back. Pete hadn’t been like that. He was more once a week with the lights out, missionary position all the way baby. I’d once suggested we spice things up with some toys. From his reaction you’d have thought I’d suggested we host a debauched orgy and invite all the neighbours. Scandalised wasn’t the word. Fucking prude.
Another sweep of Jared’s thumb as his gaze riveted on my mouth.
“Nothing’s the matter. Unless you count the fact that I don’t want to go to this fancy do. I’d much rather push you against this wall and suck your tits as I shove your dress up, then fuck you until you come screaming my name.”
Fuck me. Yes. Now. Please…
Despite the fact that the heat in my stomach exploded outwards like a supernova, I somehow managed to swallow the moan of need that wanted to escape my lips and arch an eyebrow.
“Oh really?”
It was a world class bit of action, one that would have fooled any man into believing my cast-iron bitch routine. Any human man that was. His nose twitched a half second before his lips twisted into a slow grin.