knocked me on my ass and I found myself looking up into your beautiful gaze, she was history.”
I stared at him. How could I be angry with him after a remark like that?
He cupped a hand against my cheek while linking the fingers of his other hand through mine. “Come home with me. I know this great restaurant that does fantastic takeout or we can have dinner in one of the restaurants in my complex.”
Standing so close to him with my hand in his and the aroma of his cologne intoxicating my senses, I found I didn’t care about anything—except being with him. I leaned closer and raised my chin.
He bent his head and brushed his lips against mine. “I promise I’ll treat you with the respect you deserve, honey.”
God I hoped so because there was no way in hell I didn’t want to wind up in bed with him that night.
He kissed me on my mouth and lifted his head. “Will you follow me?”
Straight into hell if necessary. I nodded.
He walked me to my SUV, waited until I got inside and then walked two spots down to his car.
Fifty minutes later, he ushered me into a large, two-story condo. He had two bedrooms, each with full bathrooms with jetted tubs and separate glass enclosed showers. The living room had a vaulted ceiling and an ornate fireplace. Each bedroom had a separate balcony and walk-in his and her closets.
The kitchen was an exquisite array of build-in stainless steel appliances, marble surfaces, and cherry wood cabinets.
“Do you want to go downstairs and eat or do you want to go out?” he asked when we stood at the French windows in the moonlit living room.
It was a beautiful night—perfect for fucking—all night long. But how could I convey my desire without appearing like an easy hussy happily dispensing free milk?
I moistened my lips.
Standing behind me, he bent his head and kissed my neck, below my ear.
I leaned back against him, closing my eyes.
He slipped his arms around my waist. “Or we could worry about food later. “ He nibbled at my ear. “Much later.”
His body behind mine felt big and hard—just as I loved a man’s body. To hell with food. I wanted to feel his cock hardening against my ass before he thrust it deep into my pussy. His big hands rested on my hips. I reached down to lift them and placed them over my breasts.
He gently massaged my breasts while he kissed and licked at the side of my neck.
I pushed my ass back against his body and turned my head, greedy to feel his lips teasing or even coercing mine apart.
He stroked a hand down from my breasts to slip under my dress and into my thong.
I gasped as I felt his thumb press against my clit before he eased his fingers inside me. Foreplay that includes finger fucking always revved me up fast.
I shuddered and parted my lips in response to his skillful fingers.
His warm mouth brushed against mine seconds before his tongue pressed inside.
A jolt of desire shook me. I moaned and closed my legs, imprisoning his fingers in my wet pussy.
He pushed his fingers in and out of me with a steady and delicious pressure.
Sucking on his tongue, I ground my ass against his groin, and creamed the fingers thrusting in and out of me.
He tore his mouth from mine and eased his fingers out of me.
“Don’t stop,” I protested, my eyes fluttering open.
“Just for a few moments,” he whispered. He stepped back and unzipped my dress.
I closed my eyes while he rained moist kisses against my neck, shoulders and back. When he lifted his head, he reached for the hem of my dress.
I pushed his hand away. “We’re in front of the window,” I reminded him. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”
“Too far away. I need you now.” He took my hand in his and led me across the room. He positioned me against the wall near the bar along one wall and pulled my dress up and over my head.
My thong and bra were quickly removed and tossed aside as well.
Standing naked in front of him, I wondered what he thought of my breasts. They were natural and