Page 55 of For Your Eyes Only

It’s hard for me to believe her words after all I’ve seen. “Don’t play games with me Gia.” It comes out as more of a growl.

She reaches up, placing her hand on my chest, round eyes holding mine. “I don’t know how to play games like that. I want to be with you. I want to know you all the way better. I want you to know me. Is it too late? Have I spoiled everything?”

Her fingers curl in my jacket, and she moves closer, stretching her chin higher. The delicate scent of honeysuckle wraps around us. It’s intoxicating, and I want to kiss her. I’ve been on fire for her so long, and now she’s here in my arms begging for me. I don’t have enough answers, but I can’t deny this need.

“Gia…” Anger tightens my fists, gathering the fabric at her waist and pulling her closer.

Her hand slides up to touch my cheek. “Take out your frustration on me.”

Jerking her closer, my lips brush hers as I warn, “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Show me.”

Our mouths seal and open, and our tongues curl together. A soft moan scrapes from her throat, and my hands move from gripping the fabric at her waist to sliding around her, pulling her to me forcefully.

Her hands are on my neck, her fingers in my hair, and our mouths move quickly, grasping, nipping. We’re ravenous, kissing cheeks, chins, lips. I slide my hands over her round ass, this ass I’ve watched twist and grind for me on the stage.

She draws closer, flattening her breasts against my chest. She taunted me when she danced, sliding her hands over them and reaching for me, knowing it was me watching her when I had no idea who she was.

Her rapid breathing pushes them above her top. My cock hardens in my pants with the memories of her movements, of her moans when she comes.

Tracing my teeth along her jaw, I groan in her ear. “Let’s go.”

I’ve got to get her back to my place before I take her right here in the sand. She holds my arm, matching my pace and keeping herself close to my side as we retrace our steps to where I parked.

I hold the door, and she pauses, touching my cheek and brushing her lips over mine before stepping into the car.

My head is on fire, and I’m not seeing straight as I jog around to climb into the driver’s seat. Stabbing the starter, I whip the wheel, pulling us into the traffic and lowering the pedal to the floor to quickly cover the distance to my apartment.

Her hand is on my leg, and my jaw tightens. We don’t speak. The noise of wind through a small crack in the window roars in the interior space, matching the roar in my ears. I’m not sure how I can drive. Her fingers slide higher, moving her palm back and forth on my inner thigh, her fingers tracing the line of my erection through my pants.

“Gia…” It’s a warning growl, but she doesn’t stop.

She curls her fingers, scratching her nails along the fabric, teasing every hardened ridge, forcing more blood to rush below my belt. I’m ready to nail her to the wall when we reach my parking garage. I almost lean on the horn when the arm doesn’t immediately open.

Entering the garage, I quickly pull around to my designated space, slamming the car in park and flinging open my door. I’m on fire as I circle the car, and she’s already out, closing the space to meet me. My hands plunge in the sides of her hair, and I pull her face to mine for another hit of her sweet lips.

A high whimper, almost a squeal comes from her throat, and she holds my wrists, fighting to keep up with the movement of my mouth, the invasion of my tongue claiming hers. Dragging her down the short walk, we enter the private elevator, and I swipe my card before turning her back to the wall.

My hands are on her waist, tugging down the fabric of her top. It slips lower, revealing the beige top of her strapless bra, but it won’t release.

“Dammit, you’ve teased me too long.” I’m hoarse with desire, and she whimpers, moving her fingers down my shirt, quickly unfastening my buttons.

“No more teasing.” She presses her open mouth to the skin of my chest, and I groan as her tongue touches me.

She slides her mouth higher, to my neck, and I’ve got to get her out of this fucking pantsuit.

The bell dings, and I catch her wrist, dragging her across the short foyer, through the door of my penthouse apartment. We’re inside, and I drop my keys on the floor.

She turns, sweeping her hair aside and urging me breathlessly. “Unzip me.”

My fingers fumble with the gold zipper, but I manage to drag it down. The top falls away, and I pull her to me, sliding my hands from her flat stomach up to her full breasts. Her hands are between us, and with a flick, her bra falls away.

“Fuck me,” I groan as I wrap my palms over her hardened nipples, kneading her gorgeous tits as her head falls back on my shoulder.

I’ve dreamed of these so many nights. I’ve jerked off in the shower with images of my mouth on them, my hands, my cock.

“So good,” she hisses, arching her back against my bare chest and pushing her clothes to the floor. “I want your hands all over me.”

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