The Gentleman Mentor(16)

“This male friend of yours, Kirby…have you two ever shared a drunken hookup?” he asks, completely surprising me.

“No.”

“A kiss?” he asks, stalking closer.

“Does it matter?” I’ve never done anything remotely sexual with Kirby, but his insistence at knowing these details seems too intimate, since I know nothing of his past.

He makes a low sound in his throat, closes the distance between us, and dips his head to inhale the scent of my neck. “When I ask a question, I expect an honest answer.”

He lingers at my neck, and the heat from his breath warms my skin. For a moment, I worry my heavy breathing will give me away. His dominating side is sexy as sin, and I want to see more of it.

“Never, okay?” I whisper. My feelings and reactions to him confuse me.

The elevator stops, and I lead him to my apartment.

The moment the door closes behind us, I reach for the light switch, but his hand catches my wrist. Somehow I’m pinned against the wall, his large form holding me in place with my wrists locked above my head. My heart jumps into my throat as I wonder what will happen next. Raw sexual chemistry burns hotly between us; there’s no denying the attraction. And I have a feeling things are about to get real.

“I’m going to kiss you. This is your chance to say yes or no.” His grip is firm, yet his voice is soft.

Indecision rips through me. I should say no; we’re working together. This isn’t about romance and flowers. But I want his lips on mine more than I want my next breath.

“Yes.”

The second the word leaves my lips, his mouth is on mine, dominating me with a rush of hungry kisses. His lips move against mine while his hand adjusts my jaw to just the right angle, and when he finds it, his tongue sweeps out and licks at mine.

Damn, the man can kiss. A weakness sweeps over me and my knees nearly give out.

When he releases my hands, I claw at his suit jacket, wanting him closer. His huge, heavy erection presses against my belly, and my inner muscles clench in delicious anticipation.

His hands slide down my body until they find my ass. He grips my butt, one cheek in each rough palm, kneading and squeezing as he groans into my mouth. My panties dampen instantly.

When he pulls his mouth from mine, I gasp for breath, feeling disoriented like I’ve just run a marathon. And fuck, that was from just one kiss.

“Were you going to let that man touch your wet little pussy?” His voice is deep and slightly breathless.

“No!” I gasp.

“That’s right you’re not. He did nothing to earn that privilege. And for the next six weeks, this pussy is mine. Say it, Brielle.”

“For the next six weeks, I’m yours.”

“Not good enough. Say it.”

“My pussy is yours.” My intimate muscles clench as the words leave my mouth.

“That’s right,” he says, moving his hand over the front of my dress to cup my sex through the fabric. “Mine.” When my hips involuntarily push toward his hand, he meets my eyes with a serious expression. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it, peach? Should I let you come so you’re able to focus on our lesson?”

I make a weak, desperate sound in my throat, my lust-fogged brain fighting with myself to hold it together when…oh.

His hands slip beneath the hem of my dress and tug my panties down my hips. The black thong slips to my ankles, stopping at my heels. I must be quite a sight, pinned against the wall with my underwear at my feet.

He pets the seam of my sex, parting me, and when he finds me slick, he glides his fingers through my folds and groans. Then he brings his fingers to his mouth and tastes them. My cheeks become warm and I’m overcome with a strange feeling. Reverence? Desire?

“Fuck, you taste good.”

After licking his fingers clean, he lowers his hand again and plunges two fingers deep inside me, causing me to cry out from the sudden and very pleasurable invasion.

“Have to get this ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls, thrusting two fingers in and out.

I latch onto his biceps, hanging on for dear life. Pleasure explodes inside me, and nothing has ever felt quite so good. My head thumps back against the wall when his thumb rubs between my thighs. His fingers slide deep inside me, stroking, pleasing me as no man has before.

When his mouth lowers to mine again and he bites my bottom lip, I explode, coming so intensely, I see a burst of white light behind my eyelids. I gasp for air, my eyes opening to find his.

“Do you always come so fast, peach?” he asks.

I don’t answer. I simply stand there, hanging on to him as I fight to catch my breath.

“You’re beautiful when you let go.”