Page 14 of The Arrogant One
“You want me to point? To a spot? On my body?”
“I don’t care how you do it. Just guide me.” He shifted his weight. “Unless you want me to make that decision for you. In that case, I’ll toss you over my shoulder right now and bring you to bed.”
“What if I choose the first scenario? The pointing.”
“If you do, the rule is, you have to be naked.”
I laughed. “Oh, there are rules now?”
“Yes.”
“And you want me to just strip off my clothes. Right here. And show you the part of me that’s aching for your lips?”
“Fuck yes.”
I let out a quick laugh. “The thing is, I get the impression you’re serious.”
“What would make you think otherwise?” He smiled. “I’m happy to strip off my clothes and point to the spots where I would likeyourmouth.”
“You would?”
“Hell yeah.”
I couldn’t stop biting my lip—was that to hide my smile? I didn’t know. I couldn’t even think at this point, not when every partof me was on fire.
He put his hands behind his head. “Go ahead. Ladies first.” His stare dived as low as it could go since the couch was hiding half of me. “Start with your jacket and then your dress. I know you have nothing on underneath, except for a bra—unless you don’t wear those. You can leave the heels on.”
I held the sides of my coat. “Do you always get everything you want?”
There was an oversize bucket-style chair across from the couch—a seat that faced me—and that was where he just sat. He crossed his legs, and a grin moved over his expression.
“It’s funny you think this is about me. When, really, this is all about you.” He skimmed his thumb over his bottom lip. “There’s nothing I want more than to make you come over and over tonight—I’ve told you that. But in order to make that happen, I need you naked. The longer you wait, the longer you go without coming.”
This was certainly a one-night stand I would never forget.
“Just so you know, I’ve done things for you that I’ve never done for any other man.”
His foot tapped the air. “I must have quite the power over you.”
“Or you just turn me on so much that I can’t help myself.”
He moaned. “Or that. Which I really fucking like.” He leaned forward, putting his forearms on his legs. “Show me how much I turn you on, Sadie. I want to see if that pussy is wet again.”
The jacket—a raincoat style—was long and bulky, and I was eager to shed it. I draped the heavy fabric across the top of the couch. The dress wouldn’t be as easy to take off with a high neck and a zipper that ran down the side. Once the zipper was lowered, I would have to lift the dress from the bottom to bring it over my head, leaving me in only a bra.
I wasn’t shy of my body. I worked hard to keep myself fit. I just wasn’t used to getting naked in front of strangers.
But Lockhart knew me intimately now, so could I still call him a stranger?
“I’m so fucking hard.”
My hands were at the bottom of my dress, holding the thick material, getting ready to take it off. “But I’m not even naked yet.”
“You don’t have to be. It’s from the way you’re looking at me. The scent of you. The taste …”
“The scent?”
“A fruity jasmine. I smelled it the second I met you at the door of the restaurant.” He put his hand up to his nose. “I can even smell it on me.” He paused. “Does all of your skin smell that way?”
