Page 15 of The Arrogant One
“It’s my lotion.”
“So, the answer is yes.”
I nodded.
“Take it all off so I can smell more of you.”
I pulled the dress up to my chest and heard, “Jesus fucking Christ,” before my head was even through the hole.
I could feel his eyes boring through me as I dropped it on top of my jacket. My skin grew warm as that same gaze traced over me.
“You’re breathtaking. Every goddamn inch of you. Wow … I don’t even have words that would do your body justice.”
I could barely breathe—his stare was so intense.
“Come here.”
My heels clicked on the wood floor as I made my way around the couch and onto the area rug, stopping a few feet in front of his legs.
This wasn’t the gaze of a hungry man. This was the gaze of a man who had never eaten.
“I can’t believe I get to fuck you tonight.” His eyes roamed to my heels and slowly rose. “Take off your bra.”
There was something so sensual about the pace of this and how it was all unfolding. About his orders. About the way he wanted to inhale me, but he kept his hands to himself.
I reached behind my back and unclasped the red lace, freeing each breast before I let the bra fall to the floor.
“I didn’t think you could look more gorgeous than what I saw a few seconds ago, but I was so fucking wrong.” He rubbed his lips together. “You, naked, is a whole different level.”
Each second of silence made me hotter.
Wetter.
“You have my mouth.” He nodded like he was confirming what he’d just said. “Where do you want it?”
The pointing.
I’d almost forgotten.
My hands were hanging at my sides, and I lifted them to circle my breasts.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Your nipples … right where I wanted to start.”
The only way to give him those was to straddle him.
So, I walked toward his knees, separating my legs to fit around his thighs, his cologne wafting up my nose as I lowered onto his lap.
This was the closest we’d been.
And I found myself holding in my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, my arms not knowing where to go, so I set them on his shoulders.
The unfamiliarity of all this made me study his face—hair, eyes, nose, mouth—to get acquainted. Every feature was new. Fresh. Inviting.
Achingly sexy.
“Hi.”
I smiled at his greeting. “Hi.”
