Page 58 of One Week in Paradise
‘It’ll come off eventually,’ he promises, bringing his face down to meet mine. ‘But let me savour you in it for a little longer.’
I lift my head and capture his lower lip between my bottom teeth. I hear a sharp inhale and then a low groanas I suck on his lip. His obvious pleasure spurs me on. I pull away from him, biting back a smirk when he huffs in irritation at the sudden absence of my lips on his.
I wrap my legs around his waist and angle my body to the side. ‘Lie down.’
His eyebrows shoot into his hairline. ‘Huh?’
I give him a firm shake, disorienting him enough that he leans to the side enough for me to push him all the way. I roll him onto his back and sit up, straddling his waist.
There’s a look of reverence in his eyes as he looks at me through hooded lids. His hands run up and down my bare thighs, and his touch sends liquid fire running through my veins.
I let him savour the moment for a long minute, enjoying the way his hips have begun to involuntarily buck upwards into mine. Then I lift myself off him, and I relish in the look of frustration that flashes across his face.
‘Someone’s impatient,’ I say as I stand upright, watching his chest heave as he takes deep breaths.
‘Someone’sa tease.’
‘Fair. But I thought you wanted to see me in this dress.’
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. ‘I do.’
‘Then let me show you.’
He sits up as I step back so he can get a full view of my body. I run my hands down the front of my dress, stoppingonly briefly at my breasts. His breath hitches as my fingers ghost over my nipples.
‘Bailey.’
‘Tell me how I look in this dress,’ I tell him, the order slipping from my lips with surprising ease. ‘Tell me how badly you want me.’
Something hot flashes in his eyes, and his dick stirs in his trousers. ‘I don’t have the words to explain how badly I want you, Bailey. You’re driving me crazy. I—’ He reaches a hand out to me, but I smack it away.
‘Wait.’ I look him up and down and shake my head. ‘You’re wearing entirely too much. Take it off.’
‘Take what off?’
‘Everything.’
He doesn’t hesitate. The speed at which he sheds his blazer and pops the buttons of his shirt is impressive. Guinness World Record levels of speed. He throws his blazer and shirt into a dark corner of the room and then moves to unbuckle his belt.
‘Wait,’ I say again, my lips curling as he fixes me with a look that oozes frustration. ‘Let me.’ I lean over him and brush my fingers against the metal of his belt. He holds his breath as I ease the leather strip out of the metal and pull it free from the loops around his waist. Once the belt isn’t in the way anymore, he makes quick work of his trousers, and then he’s sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, in only his boxers.
‘Is that painful?’ I ask, nodding to his crotch, where his dick strains against the light fabric of his boxers.
‘In the best kind of way.’
I match his grin and continue ghosting my hands over my still-clothed body. The way he looks at me makes me feel bolder and sexier than I ever have before. ‘Touch yourself while you tell me what you want to do to me,’ I instruct.
His hand immediately dives into his boxers, pulling his dick free from its fabric prison. I try not to gawk at it, but, judging by the way he smirks, I fail.
His hands slowly begin to pump up and down his length, his thumb making small circles over the head, swirling over the precum that’s already begun to drip down.
‘Tell me,’ I say, my voice barely above a whisper. ‘Tell me what you want.’
He doesn’t break eye contact or stop pumping his hand as he begins. ‘I want you. I want you in every way imaginable.’
‘You’ll need to be more specific than that,’ I say as I spin on the spot, showing off the expanse of back my dress puts on a show. ‘Where do you want me?’
‘Right here,’ he groans, using his free hand to point at his dick. ‘As soon as we’re finished here, I want you to sit on it. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you sit on my dick?’
