My dress falls, stopping at my hips, and I arch back into him. The slightly cool air makes me shiver. My hard nipples ache for his touch yet he doesn’t oblige. He turns me by my hips and steps back, his eyes raking over my body. The rain must be feeling the energy from us. It pelts the glass windows harder.
I lick my lips and straighten my shoulders. At this point, I need everything I’ve got to give me confidence, or at least match his arrogance.
He flashes me his signature grin and crosses his arms, allowing me access to admire his chest and biceps. They’re large; everything about him seems large. I smile back at him and try not to sway. I feel like Alice in Wonderland, except I’m getting ready to go down the Rhys Granger rabbit hole.
Clearly, I’m drunk. But whatever. This is it. I’m in Rhys Granger’s room.
And he’s freakin’ hot. No, he’s perfection.
My eyes trail up and lock on his. He’s almost too intense. It’s intimate and scary. I open my mouth to speak but he thrusts his thumb inside.
“Suck,” he snarls and jerks the rest of my dress off my hips so that I’m standing in nothing but my black G-string and heels. Clinging to his arm so as not to fall, I suck hard and let my tongue twirl around his thumb. It tastes like smoke and liquor.
“Fuck.” He pulls my hair back, forcing me to lock eyes with his fierce ones. I’m connected to him, and it kind of throws me for a second. I like to think of myself as a free bird, someone who loves to experiment. Sure, I’m still a virgin in the traditional sense, but that’s because I’ve been saving it for him.
Yet as he stares down at me, I realize that all my experimenting was child’s play compared to him and how he makes my body respond. As if I’m his instrument, he brings me alive. And now I know that there are boys and then there are men. Apparently, the guys I’ve been messing around with were boys. Either that or Rhys Granger truly is a god.
He pulls his thumb out of my mouth with a pop and trails the wetness all the way down my chin and neck to rub one of my nipples. His eyes hold mine hostage as I try to breathe. Screw that, I’m trying hard not to pass out.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” His raspy voice makes my skin feel as though it’s on fire, yet goose bumps emerge on my arms and thighs.
I reach for his shoulders. “You are.”
He doesn’t smile and merely cocks his head. It’s dark, but the lights from outside let me see his glorious smirk as he jerks me up to his mouth.
And then he kills me.
Damages me for anyone else. His mouth takes mine in a kiss that can only be described as my awakening. I groan and let him guide me. Slow and deep, his tongue plays with mine. What’s happening to me? This is not at all how I played this moment out in my mind. I never imagined he wouldn’t recognize me. Or that he could make me feel like this. I never even knew I could feel like this.
“Take off your panties” he growls. I blink at him, then quickly slide them off and step out as he reaches down and lifts me up. My legs easily wrap around his waist as he starts to walk. Vaguely I notice a fireplace and white couches. The smell of flowers clings to the suite.
All at once, he tosses me onto the bed and my back lands on the white down comforter.
God, I shouldn’t have drank this much. It’s clouding my judgment. Somehow I thought I would tell him that I had been saving myself for him and it would be magical. Instead, he’s getting me off in the elevator only moments ago and doesn’t even know my name.
Is that bad?
Fuck it, I’m rolling with this. I’ve come this far. Plus, I came all over his fingers in a matter of seconds. Without a doubt, this is going to be the best night of my life.
I scramble to sit up, my heels giving me traction. They dig into the comforter, and I swear I hear a rip but don’t care because Rhys Granger is taking off his shirt and that’s all that matters.
Even with the lights off, I can see his numerous tattoos, but it’s his freakin’ lean eight-pack that’s making me take small breaths so as not to hyperventilate. Although I might be making myself worse, considering the room is slightly spinning.
I lick my lips and watch him roughly jerk his zipper down and kick his jeans off. Of course, he’s commando.
“Holy shit, are you… oh my God.” I answer the question myself and sit up farther to see the silver piercing on his dick.