“I want to…” I step toward him hesitantly. “I need to kiss you.”
The elevator dings. The doors open, and I wait, caught in the heat of his eyes.
“Go in.” His hoarse growl shivers through me.
The moment I step into the penthouse, he spins me to face him and lifts me from the floor.
His tall frame crushes me against the wall, vibrating with strength and power. His hands tangle in my hair, and his mouth devours my gasp. Despite the urgent tension in his body, his kiss is tender. He licks across my lips, parting them with his tongue, and sinks slowly inside.
We share a thousand unspoken whispers, tasting and savoring each one. Beneath the kisses, however, lurks something more primitive, carnal. His cock presses hard against my hip, and I slide a hand around the warmth of his neck, bracing for it, anticipating it.
“On your knees.” He lowers my feet, panting. “I’m going to use your mouth to take the edge off.” The hot warning caresses my ear. “Then I’ll fuck you properly.”
With a shiver, I slide down the wall, roaming my hands across his shirt and tracing the ridged muscle beneath. When my knees meet the floor, I stroke the flexing strength in his thighs, front to back, glorying in the hard shape of his ass.
“Don’t toy with me.” He flattens his palms on the wall, head lowered between his arms, watching me with hooded eyes.
With trembling hands, I unfasten his belt, lower the zipper, and free his swollen length. He’s so aroused there’s a damp spot on his briefs.
“You’re beautiful.” I pull his clothes down his thighs, exposing every thick inch of him.
“Suck me, Danni.”
His legs shake as I touch my lips to the broad crown and sip gently. He groans, low and rough, and his breaths grow louder, shorter. I expect him to slam into my mouth, but he doesn’t.
He’s giving me control. His hands remain on the wall. He doesn’t thrust, doesn’t grab my head and force my mouth on him. He just stands before me, hungry and coiled with desire, and allows me to enjoy him.
Stretching my jaw, I take him fully into my mouth, sucking him to the back of my throat.
“Fuck.” He grunts, chest heaving, and adjusts his feet on the floor.
His reactions turn me on like nothing else. Thighs clenching, I grip the base of his cock and stroke as I suck. My other hand takes care of his balls, kneading and rubbing and sending him into a groaning fit of primal need. He explodes within seconds, shooting streams of come down my throat while shouting my name.
I lick and nuzzle his spent cock as his body slackens and his breathing returns to normal.
“Thank you.” He cups my face, eyes sleepy, looking for all the world like a happy man.
“Better?”
“Ask me in a few days. I have a lot more of that to work out of my system. It might take years.”
“Just keep me hydrated.” I slide up his body, pulling off his suit jacket. “I’m all yours.”
“You think I’m kidding.” Gripping my backside, he runs his hands upward and shapes my hips, my waist, my breasts. A hard squeeze makes me whimper and wriggle closer.
“Remove your clothes.” His breath kisses my throat, his mouth wet as he nibbles and bites.
Shivering, I step back. Then I turn and walk slowly toward the bedroom, putting a sway in my hips.
The sound of his footsteps trails me down the hall. I unclasp the beaded bra and let it dangle from an outstretched finger before dropping it and glancing over my shoulder.
He prowls behind me, expression smoldering as he slowly unbuttons the cuffs on his sleeves. His trousers are back in place, unzipped and hanging precariously on his hips. Heavy-lidded eyes, lips swollen from our kisses, he’s so potently, seductively good-looking my brain stops working whenever I look at him.
I veer into his bedroom and tackle my skirt. As I start to shove it down, I remind myself to go slow, to tease and seduce, to make this as perfect for him as I can.
Rolling my hips, I slide the lacy material downward and take the panties with it. As each inch of my nudity is revealed, his breathing grows louder behind me. I don’t give into the temptation to look back until I’m completely bare. Then I turn my head.
His shirt lies on the floor at his feet, his upper body ripped with lean muscle from throat to groin.
“Don’t move.” He closes the distance in three slow strides, making my blood burn hot with nervous desire.
His mouth brushes my shoulder, and my skin sizzles. His tongue curls around my earlobe, and I moan.
“So delicate yet so strong.” He feathers his fingertips down my back.
“So handsome yet so cruel.” I reach back and grip his hard thigh. “Stop teasing and take off your pants.”