The Wright Brother(44)

That was what he had said. Though I still had no idea what it meant. It seemed to be an odd rule that he refused to date girls in town.

He spun me around, and I nearly stumbled into him. I wasn’t used to Kimber’s Louboutin high heels, and Jensen made me feel off-balance. Like I was teetering between fantasy and reality.

“Fuck principles,” he said.

Shock registered on my face before I hastily concealed it. “Why? Why would you say that about the very principles that pushed me away?”

Jensen cupped my chin and forced me to look up at him. I hadn’t even realized that I’d been staring down at his bowtie, trying to hide my emotions. But they were plain on my face. Confusion, desire, hope, disbelief.

My shoulders were up, as if to guard me from the oncoming disappointment. I could see it coming.

“Because I had the best night with you, the best sex with you,” he added, pushing me back into his desk and making my imagination spiral away with all the things we could do on it, “and I slept seven whole hours with you in my arms. I’m an insomniac, and I cannot tell you the last time I slept that long. I said those things because I like you, and I didn’t know how to react to that.”

“So, you pushed me away?”

“I did, and I’m not proud of it.” His lips nearly brushed mine when he said, “But I can’t get you out of my head. You’ve taken over my thoughts, my daydreams, my every last desire, and I haven’t slept since that night.”

“How do I know you’re not going to change your mind again?” I whispered. Though I was sure my voice betrayed the fact that I had already made up my mind. I would do unspeakable things with him and not think twice.

“You don’t, but I’m willing to see where this goes if you are.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. One question, how much do you like this dress?” he asked, speculatively eyeing it.

“It’s a Christmas present actually.”

“God bless whoever gave it to you,” he said with a grin, “but I’d like it on the floor.”

I released a deep throaty laugh and reached for the side zipper. The dress slid down my body, all the way to my hips, and then it dropped into a heap on the floor. Since the dress was backless, I had to go braless. Now, I was dressed in nothing but a black lace thong and Louboutin heels.

I slowly stepped out of the dress and kicked it out of the way. Thanks for the present, Heidi!

“That’s better,” he said.

His hands slid behind my legs and lifted me off the ground. I squeaked at the sudden movement as he roughly placed me on the edge of his desk. He swept his hand over the top of it, letting half of the contents clatter to the ground, leaving a space for my body. He laid me back on the desk and raised my legs.

I tried to kick off the shoes, but he stopped me.

“Oh no,” he said. “If you’re going to wear designer shoes around me, then it’d be a shame not to fuck you in them.”

The way he observed me made my core clench, and I could feel my body responding to him…and he hadn’t even kissed me yet.

Then, I forgot all about the damn shoes as he kissed his way, achingly slow and tender, up my right leg. He reached the upper limit of my inner thigh, and I was writhing under him, practically begging for more. But he didn’t give me what I wanted. Instead, he moved to my other leg and started kissing all the way up that leg. It was torture of the best variety. And different than the last time we had been together.

We might have been at his house, but we had been on equal footing there. Here, he had the power, and I was his to guide. And, for once in my life, I let myself be ravaged. I didn’t care what would come after this and how we would move forward. I let him tease me until I could hardly take it anymore. His hands splayed my legs further apart, and then he blew hot against my damp underwear.

“Please,” I whimpered.

He hooked his fingers under my thong and slipped it off my body. I was completely naked now, save for the high heels. He propped my feet up on the desk and stared down at me, as if he were taking a picture for safekeeping.

Then, his hands went to the button of his tuxedo pants. He slipped the zipper down to the base and then dropped his pants. His dick was bulging under his boxer briefs, and I ached to run my hand down it, to take it in my mouth, and to hear him make all those delicious noises all over again. But I could see in his eyes that he had other things on his mind.

He palmed his cock in his hand, found a condom, and slipped it on. Then, he strode back toward me. I hadn’t moved a muscle the whole time. My breathing was shallow as I imagined what was to come. But I couldn’t have prepared myself.