Page 14 of Starry Night Kisses

Is arguing with him really turning me on right now?

God, this is why I needed to get laid.

Bagel greets me at the door enthusiastically. I haven’t even been gone for two hours, but I attachhis collar and leash, intending to walk off the heady sensation crawling down my limbs.

I don’t even get halfway to my room to change before there’s a knock at my door. Bagel goes ballistic as I turn to answer it, thinking it’s probably Phil, the concierge, with a package and I was in too pissy of a mood to realize he was trying to get my attention when I stormed through the lobby.

Yanking open the door, my heart stutters when I realize it’s not the concierge at all.

It’s Eric.

Blinking rapidly, I realize he had to have gotten in the other elevator before I even arrived on my floor. Which means…

Was he waiting for me?

Everything about him seems darker than usual—like the Mr. Hyde side of him is in full control as he storms in without an invitation, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, while slamming the door with the other. I drop the leash as he crushes his soft lips to mine in a kiss that has my insides turning to lava. His hands are warm as they cradle the sides of my face, and he kisses me with fervent passion, as though he’s trying to consume my soul for his very own.

I whimper against his lips, hands flying up to encircle his wrists. Bagel continues to bark at us, unsure if the man he’s only met a few times means harm. When he finally pulls his lips from mine, I tell my pup to hush before returning my attention to him.

“Since you’re obviously confused about my intentions. Are they clear now?” Eric speaks harshly against my lips, nipping at them as he demands an answer to his question.

With a gulp, I nod, sliding my hands up his arms to his shoulders. “Crystal.”

Bending, he slides my skirt up to wrap his hands around my thighs, lifting me effortlessly before saying, “Good,” against my lips.

Without breaking eye contact, he sets me on my kitchen table after swiping off most of the supplies I spent hours organizing. Tangling my hands in his hair, I can’t even find it in me to be upset about it. I try to pull him back in for another kiss, but he resists.

His lips hover over mine, sparks of electricity creating delicious friction between them as he speaks. “I told you I’m a patient man, Evelyn. But if your plan is to go out there and see other guys, I might as well stake my claim now because the thought of another man with his hands on you drives me crazy.”

The words are a purr and a growl all rolled into one as they vibrate against my lips. He slides his hands under my skirt, hooking his fingers into my simple black panties and peeling them off, pressing me down onto the table as he cups my hip and urges me to lift them. I’m so fucking turned on as he slides the material down my legs that I’ll probably come the second he lays his sex-filled eyes on the most intimate part of me.

With a mind of their own, my hips undulateagainst the air, searching for any sort of relief as my breaths leave my chest in labored pants. Eric bends over me, fingers trailing lightly up the underside of my arms as he gathers them together and pins my wrists to the table with one hand.

“Tell me to stop, and I will. However, if you don’t, I’ll take that as you want this just as badly as I do,” he caresses the words against my lips.

An embarrassing mewl of desperation claws its way up my throat, and his mouth curves into a smile, brushing against mine ever so slightly. “Say it, Evelyn.”

My legs cage against his hips, knees parting shamelessly to accommodate him as he wraps his free hand around the crease where my hip and thigh meet to pull me flush against the hard bulge in his pants.

“I want it!” I cry out, voice raspier than I’ve ever heard it before. I hook my heels against his backside, trying to draw him against me—to do anything to ease the ache between my legs as my pussy cries its own form of tears.

I’m bare and making a mess all over the new ribbons I got earlier this week. But I don’t care as I thrash wantonly against the hard wooden surface. “Please, Eric. Please.”

“That’s it. I want to hear you beg for it.” An odd feeling skates underneath my butt, and it takes me a second to realize that Eric is pulling a ribbon out from beneath me. He removes it methodically, pulling the silken fabric up against my pussy, tiltinghis hand inward as he watches it slide between my lips, coating them in my arousal.

My head tips back in pleasure, my eyes screwing shut as the ribbon brushes against my clit.

This is what I need.

The thought floods my brain in a warm wave.

I need a man to take complete control of me. Make me feel safe, while making me feel dirty at the same time.

“Please, Eric.” He hasn’t even touched me yet—not really—and I already feel like I’m seconds away from coming. “I need you. I need you to touch me.”

“What else do you need, baby?” I feel him step away—hear him walk around the table, but I don’t open my eyes.

Not until I feel the ribbon wrap around my wrists.

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