What Justin was doing to her was absolute, pure torture. Driving her mad with teasing touches, making her ask when he knew full well exactly what she wanted.
He always knew just how to touch her, just how to kiss her and stroke her and make her come in an instant. But tonight he was practically making her beg for it.
And the sick and twisted thing? She liked it.
Withdrawing from her, he reached for her hand and led her to the bed. They stopped at the end and he released her hand, nodding toward her.
“Take off your dress.” His expression was serious, unreadable. The only way she knew he was aroused was by the light in his eyes and the way they flared when they lit upon her.
She did as he asked, shedding the dress with one push, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side. Her hands went to the flimsy waistband of her panties but he stopped her with a low growl.
“Leave those on.” His voice was gravelly, rough with desire and she felt a fresh surge of moisture between her legs.
Letting her hands fall, she stood practically naked while he was still fully clothed. His tie was undone, still dangling from around his neck and a couple of buttons were undone on his shirt as well. Revealing his tanned chest and the light dusting of dark curling hair there. He was drop dead gorgeous, elegant even and he looked so powerful. She suddenly felt awfully small.
Even though he was practically twice her size, she knew he would never hurt her and she trusted him.
Trusted also that he was about to bring her immense pleasure.
“Lie down on the bed, Stephanie.” His voice was a quiet command, he knew she would do as he told her, and she did. She crawled on top of the bed and sprawled on her back in the middle of it, arms and legs spread.
She watched him watch her, the way his eyes raked over her body, his nostrils flaring the slightest bit. He appeared completely and utterly in control and she felt like she was about to fall apart. Her legs trembled, heck her entire body trembled and her nipples were so hard they ached. The ache between her legs was calling for him too, her clit throbbing and she was more than ready for him to fill her with his thick cock.
From the look on Justin’s face, she had a feeling he was going to take his sweet time.
“No bra?” A dark brow lifted and he slipped his hands in his pockets, looking as casual as he pleased.
“Did you see the way the dress was made?” She rolled her eyes, suddenly feeling a little sassy. “I couldn’t wear one if I wanted to.”
“Nice panties though.” His gaze settled on the spot between her legs, devouring her with his eyes. “I can see right through them.”
With a smile, she spread her legs wider. “Like what you see?”
He swallowed. She saw the bob of his Adam’s apple and his hands tightened into fists, she could tell even though they were in his pockets. “I always like what I see.”
“Then why don’t you come over here and check it out up close?”
Even with the injured knee, the man was fast and before she could barely finish her sentence, he was on the bed, hovering above her. He stared into her eyes, a hand drifting across her forehead, smoothing the stray hairs away and he bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
So different from the sexual attack her body had been prepared for. Not that she was complaining. His hand drifted, his fingers trailing along her neck, across her collarbone and down to her breasts. She held her breath until he finally touched her sensitive nipples, his fingers teasing, circling each one and she arched into his hands.
With a smile, he dipped over her, licking first at one nipple, then the other. His big hands cupped her breasts, bringing them close together so he could alternate drawing each nipple into his mouth and she groaned.
“I could suck your nipples all night,” he murmured against her flesh and she thrilled at his words.
Would he start talking dirty to her again? God, she hoped so.
And was she brave enough to return the favor? She’d always thought it was kind of silly, had giggled more than once when men of her past had encouraged her to give it a try. She could never take it seriously, always felt phony when she tried.
But she wanted to try with Justin. Had a feeling it would only heighten the experience.
He’d adjusted himself so that he was above her, his hands braced on either side of her as his mouth blazed a trail across her quivering stomach. He kissed and licked her there, coming closer and closer to where she really wanted him and she stretched her arms above her head, clutching at a pillow.
“Are you wet baby?” He glanced up, the expression on his face smoldering, so sexy it almost singed her panties right off.
Stephanie nodded in response and he tsked, shaking his head. “You need to tell me, Stephanie. Are you wet?”
“Yes.” And she just grew even wetter.