“I can’t.” Her husky voice filled his ears with her unbridled anticipation.
A sense of urgency hastened his steps. He had somewhere to be and someone to be with. And not just anyone. Theonlyone he wanted in his bed.
Brigit.
All damn night long.
A twist of the doorknob and they were inside his private sanctuary. He kicked the door closed and set her down. Free from his grasp, she could storm out.
But she didn’t move.
He threaded his arms around her waist and waited, making absolutely sure she wanted this.
Tenderly, she placed her hands on his masked cheeks. Even though he couldn’t feel her warm fingers caressing his skin, muscles running along his shoulders relaxed while his dick grew firm. Her touch soothed and stirred him in the best of ways.
From behind her mask, she gazed intently into his eyes, pulled him close and kissed him.
Provocative. Irresistible. Perfect. The aroma of sex hung in the air, but they’d not even laid hands on each other. She kissed him again and when he opened his eyes, her fluttering lashes loomed into full view.
The need to drive himself into her, the same one that plagued him each night this week, vanished. He wanted to make love to her, over and over again. He wanted to fuss over her, spoil her with doting kisses and tease her with a lick or a stroke. He needed to make her writhe with pleasure beneath him.
“We agreed we wouldn’t repeat last weekend,” she murmured, but her sultry voice defied her words.
“Then we won’t. We’ll do different things. You can tiemeup.”
The lyrical sound of her sweet laugh seeped into his hardened soul. He stepped back to admire her in one of the gowns he’d personally selected. A goddess stood before him.
The lacy material flowed over her curvy hips, her petite waist and jutted over her mounds of womanly flesh. He moistened his lips, hungry to taste every inch of her creamy skin. Finally, his journey stopped when his eyes met hers. “You’re stunning, Brigit.”
As she modeled the gown, he appreciated her form. The material clung to her ass, making his stiff dick ache.
“I think this elegant dress would look good on anyone,” she said. “It’s the dress. Definitely the dress.”
Stepping close, he picked up her hand and dropped light kisses along each knuckle. “No, it’s you. Definitely you.” Her beauty reminded him of why he’d carried her away. Stolen her from the world. Captured her for his bed. For him.
He pulled his phone from his pocket, thumbing through until he found what he needed. Within seconds the hypnotic sounds of Enigma floated all around them from built-in speakers, creating an illusion they were one with the music.
“Please, dance with me.” He held out his hand and watched her struggle with his request.
He waited and would wait for as long as it took for her to come willingly to him. What they were about to start couldn’t be reversed. No rewind. No regrets. This was it and she needed towantto take this forbidden step with him.
She lifted her gaze from his outstretched hand to his face. Searching, searching. What did she hope to find? Goodness? Safety? Security? Agony? Despair? Misery?
When she placed her hand into his, the lightness of her soul brightened his dark one. He weaved his arm around her waist. Vibrating on a powerful wavelength, they’d let their bodies convey what they wouldn’t say. As they slowly swayed, the sensual rhythm spun a protective cocoon around them.
The world fell away and she became his entire universe.
Pulling him closer, she tightened her grip. And then she whispered, “Yes.”
The only answer he ever really expected.
Cupping her face, he kissed her. She snaked her fingers into his hair and tugged fistfuls. As she deepened the kiss, her guttural groan filled him with passion. He stopped thinking. Started feeling. Everything was pleasure. He wanted her to let go and give in. And he would take everything she had to give him. Like the treasure she was, he would relish her.
The kiss ended. She loosened his mocha tie and left it dangling. One by one, she unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled the cloth away. As she pressed her hands on his heated skin, her moan sent another shock wave through him. Though hungry to take control, the anticipation of what she would do next kept him firmly rooted in place.
She pressed her supple lips to his chest and slowly dotted a line of kisses down to his nipple. Her throaty moan pumped adrenaline through him while she flicked his sensitive nipple with her tongue.
“Your touch makes me feel so fucking alive,” he murmured.