Page 18 of Ice Cold Christmas
Wow.
“You look at me like you’ve never seen me without my shirt before.”
Her eyes whipped up to catch his.
A furrow appeared between his brows. “But you have. Over and over again. Kinda have to see me that way, when I’m buried balls deep in you and fucking you.”
Her breath froze in her chest.
“Fucking you in an elevator. Against a wall. In that four-poster monstrosity you call a bed at your place.” His head cocked. “You’ve had my dick in your mouth, Melody.”
Oh, wow. Someone was being exceedingly blunt.
“I’ve made you come against my tongue more times than I can count.”
He could not be serious. Automatically, she shook her head.
“Okay, you got me.” A faint smirk curled his lips. “I’m lying.”
Her breath whooshed out.
“I have counted,” Victor revealed without breaking eye contact. “I know exactly how many times you’ve come against my mouth.”
Boom. Boom. Boom. Oh, that was just her heart. Pounding out of control by this development that she had never, ever expected.
He closed in on her. He’d turned away, seemingly regrouped, and now was coming in with an attack that had her totally off balance.
“The first time you came against my mouth, it was in my office. At Mage Industries.”
At the office? Heat singed her cheeks.
“You were arguing with me. Telling me what a total dick I was. I’d chased off your latest dumbass boyfriend. Chad. Seriously, Chad? He was after your family’s money. I got compromising photos. Chad was shown the door and you—you were so furious with me.” He was back to standing directly in front of her. “But something changed in the middle of our fight. Fury and lust. They can go hand in hand, can’t they? One minute, you were about to slap me. Probably had that slap coming, by the way.”
He'd probably had a slap coming? Good to know.
“I caught your hand. Pulled you close. Then in the next instant, your mouth was on mine. Mine on yours. Hell, I don’t know if I kissed you or if you kissed me. All I know was that I’d wanted your mouth on mine for too long, and I finally had you. I wasn’t letting you go.”
She didn’t have chill bumps. She was overheating.
“I fucked you right there. Shoved everything off my desk. Spread you out. Had you coming against my mouth. Then around my dick.”
Okay, this was…a lot. She swallowed. “I…see.”
He frowned at her, the faint lines deepening around his eyes. “I don’t think you do.” Then he reached out. His hands curled around her shoulders. “Call me a liar.”
Why? Was he?
“Or tell me that you remember the first time we fucked. Tell me that you remember what happened that very first time.”
She could not. Because she did not.
And the knowledge was there on his face. “You don’t know.”
She couldn’t even shake her head. She’d intended to bluff her way past everyone. But she couldn’t bluff past this. She’d never expected this.
“You don’t know if I fucked you on my desk. You don’t know if we were ever lovers at all.” He tugged her closer. “Because you don’t know me, do you?”
“I know you’re Victor Alexander.” She’d looked him up online. Studied him as best she could. Her research, after all. Not like she’d walked into this thing totally blind.
