Page 76 of Close Contact
Her skin glowed. Her lips were glossy. Her hair was styled as if I’d already had my hands in it. I wished they had been.
And those white heels?
Game. Over.
My cock throbbed, but I clenched my jaw and exhaled through my nose, fists curling at my sides as I dragged my eyes over every inch of her, pausing on the heels again that made herlegs look more tan. I smirked. “You wear those heels like they were made to make you a wee bit taller.”
She snorted. “Did you just say ‘wee bit taller’?”
“Yeah?”
She burst out laughing, walking toward me with that ruffle flouncing like it had a fucking vendetta. “That’s the most Scottish you’ve ever sounded.”
I tried not to grin but failed spectacularly. “It slipped out.”
Her fingers curled around my jaw as she tipped my face toward hers. “It’s soft,” she said quietly, like it mattered. “Your accent. Like it’s been away from home too long.” Okay, so that lodged itself in my chest. And then she smiled. “Still sexy though.”
My dick twitched. Again. I was two seconds from dragging her to the bed. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
She gave me a mock-innocent look that only made it worse. “Doing what?”
“Aurélie…” My voice came out gravelly. “You step outknowingwhat you look like and you expect me to keep my hands to myself?”
Her lashes fluttered, like a fucking siren. “Poor baby. Is that hard for you?”
My jaw locked. I couldfeelmy pulse between my legs.
“You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me,” I rasped.
Her smile was wicked. “I think I do. So, you like the dress?”
“Like it?” I stepped closer. “I remember the last time you wore it. And I feel now how I did then—I want to rip it off you with my teeth and fuck you over the kitchen counter.”
She let out a soft hum, then turned back toward the mirror, adjusting an earring. “That’s not very romantic of you.”
“You’ve turned me into a fucking animal.”
“I’m not wearing a bra,” she added casually, out of the fucking blue, and I actually groaned. She arched her back as shechecked her lipstick, just enough for the fabric to stretch tighter across her tits and her ass to stick out more, and I damn near blacked out.
I moved behind her, caging her in with my arms on either side of the dresser.
“Let me eat you out right now and we’ll call it even.”
She met my eyes in the mirror, lips twitching. “No.”
“Fine. How about I’ll behave for the rest of the night. Scout’s honor.”
“You said you were proud of me.”
“I am,” I said through gritted teeth. “Proud. And painfully hard.”
She turned, pressing her finger to my chest. “Then you’ll be a good boy for me.”
I looked down at where her tits brushed my shirt, at her thighs, those goddamn shoes, theswishyhem of that dress, and barely held myself back.
“You keep teasing me like this,moncœur, and I swear I’ll drag you into the coat closet at the club and make you scream my name loud enough to blow the speakers.”
“You could try,” she whispered, then stepping back and reaching for a bottle of perfume I hadn’t noticed earlier. A black bottle with that same gold logo, and I fucking knew as soon as she sprayed it what it would be. As if I needed another reason to feel feral around her tonight.
