‘How much have you had to drink?’ I tease, glancing at the floor.
‘Don’t use humour to deflect.’ He dips his head to my stomach, running the tip of his tongue from my belly button to the junction between my breasts. ‘That’s my party trick.’
And just like that, it clicks. He’s right. He does that all the time. Is it possible that Dublin’s biggest player is as miserable as me? That he too yearns like I do. Ivy’s words work their way into my brain again.
But where I’ve thrown myself into work, he’s thrown himself into women.
His hot lips trail over my breast, his tongue circles my nipple, teasing me to the brink of oblivion, before trailing back down my stomach then up again to the other breast. It’s heaven. It’s hell. I need his fingers again, and judging by the glint in his eyes, he knows it. He straightens up to a standing position, unashamedly drinking in my body before his focus falls to my pussy. He slides two fingers deep into my core, and my back arches off the island in response.
‘You like that, baby?’ Fire dances in his irises.
I love it,’ I pant.
‘How about this?’ He pumps deeper into me and uses his thumb to stroke my clit.
‘Jesus Fucking Christ!’ My hips grind into his hand.
‘He’s not here, honey.’ A wicked grin curls his lips upwards. ‘It’s just you and me–finally.’
His fingers slow to a stop, and I moan in protest.
‘‘Rian!’
‘Good girl,’ he purrs, fingers pumping again. ‘That’s what I wanted.’ Approval lights his eyes.
‘That feels so good,’ I slur, and this time it has nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the way he’s commanding my body. I rock up into a sitting position, needing to feel his mouth on mine. Our lips collide, hungrily exploring the inside of each other’s mouths.
Every single nerve ending in my body tingles. My orgasm looms–dark, devastating, and unapologetic–just like the man orchestrating it. My thighs are trembling so hard you’d swear I was freezing instead of burning up with the desperate need to explode.
He tears his lips from mine, our eyes locking, and he says, ‘Come for me.’
And I do.
‘Rian,’ I cry, gripping onto his biceps as my core convulses around his fingers, sucking them deeper, squeezing out every drop of pleasure he’s offering me.
‘Good girl,’ his lips are on mine as he swallows the rest of my moans, working me until I’m spent. I slump into his chest, listening to the rapid thudding of his heart, waiting for the world as I know it to stop spinning.
Finally, I pull my face from where it’s buried into his chest. ‘That was the best present anyone ever gave me in my whole life.’
Mischief dances in his eyes. ‘Maybe, but let me give you another one just to be sure.’
‘I couldn’t.’ I shake my head.
‘You can. And you will.’ He positions my legs around hiswaist and lifts me into his arms as if I’m weightless. ‘You grab the glasses. I want you drinking champagne while I eat you out in front of the fire.’
‘I can categorically tell you, this is the best Christmas ever.’
‘It’s not over yet, sweetheart.’ His hands settle on the base of my spine as he carries me across the penthouse.
Chapter Nineteen
RIAN
Having Rebekka naked in my arms, tucked against my torso, feels like the most natural thing in the world. Hearing her cry out my name as she came on my fingers made me want to beat my chest like a fucking caveman. The memory will live rent-free in my head forever. Whatever I gave her, she gave me enough material to abstain from all others for the rest of my fucking life.
I lower her onto the enormous suede couch carefully, while she balances our drinks in each hand.
It’s impossible to take my eyes off her. I could stare at her for the rest of my life and never tire of the view. Her hair is piled up on top of her head in some sort of updo showcasing her swan-like neck. Her breasts, fuck, they’re even more fabulous than any of my wildest fantasies. Full, round, pert perfection punctuated with rosebud nipples that I long to latch on to—again. Her stomach is taut and flat. The junction between her legs is my favourite playground, but unfortunately for me, I’ve only got a one-day pass, but I plan on making the most of it.