Page 45 of When I Found You

I freeze when his hand slides beneath my towel and glides over my sex. My legs part of their own volition.

“But that would mean I have to get dressed.” I glance at him over my shoulder.

“This is true.” His grin transforms his face with a mischievous charm. “I much prefer you naked.”

“You can’t be ready for me again?” I arch my brow and moan when he slides one finger into me.

“Are you complaining?” he asks with a smirk. “Damn it, you’re so wet. Maybe I should have another taste. A little dessert before dinner.”

I straighten quickly knowing my legs won’t hold me if he continues to tease me. His hand falls to his side.

“Let’s eat first.” I set to arranging some leftovers on plates and putting them in the microwave.

Arthur wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me firmly against him. The towel slips and he captures my breasts in his hands. His merciless lips tease along my throat.

I brace myself. He’s relentless and commanding. I love every minute, every touch.

The microwave timer goes off.

“Arthur.”

“Hmmm.” He moans against my throat.

“Your food is ready.” I try to pull it from the microwave, but he’s distracting me. I nearly drop it.

“After food. After!” Trying to pry myself from his grasp is nearly impossible. But I’m able to shake him off long enough to put the plate in his hand. “Go. Eat.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His teasing smile flashes, and I swear my body went sploosh. If he keeps this up, I’m going to run out of dry underwear quickly.

Once my food is heated through, I join him at the table.

We eat quickly and in silence. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. After last night, I wasn’t sure if I would be hungry at all today, let alone be in the mood for sex.

Arthur’s gaze drifts from the skyline to me. The sun is starting to descend over the city. The Empire State Building casts a long shadow over the buildings near it.

I collect both of our empty plates and put them in the sink. When I come back, Arthur’s sitting in front of the oversized window.

“Come here.” He pulls me down into his lap.

Joy overwhelms me. His arms lock around my waist and I nestle my head against his shoulder. Together we stare out over the Manhattan.

“I love this view of the city.” He lets his hand run across my thigh, slipping beneath the cotton towel as he travels the path up to my hip.

“It’s perfect.” My gaze lingers on the Empire State Building, then on the twin towers beyond it. I turn and study Arthur’s profile, ignoring the tug of guilt deep in the pit of my soul.

“Millions of people down there.” He teases the seam where my thighs meet and parts them with a gentle nudge. “All blissfully ignorant of everything around them.”

A moan catches in my throat at the gentle pressure of his fingertip on my clit. I’m embarrassingly wet from his teasing earlier. He coats his fingers in it before making slow circles over the sensitive bud.

I cling tighter to him. “Arthur.” His name is a plea, an offering, an admonishment all wrapped together in delicious heat.

He continues to tease me, taking his sweet time, bringing me close and then easing the pressure. Within moments he has me panting, trembling against him, I can’t stop myself from begging.

“Please, Arthur. Please. I need to come.”

In an instant, he drops his hand and lifts me to my feet. I stumble forward and catch myself against the window. My towel falls away. I’m completely bare in front of the whole city of New York, if they cared to look up. The thought sends a bolt of need straight to my pussy.

Arthur’s heat presses into me. His towel is gone. I know because his cock brushes against my ass when I lean into him. He pins my wrists against the glass and nudges my stance wider with his foot.

---