His suit was black, and so was the silk shirt he wore beneath, which had a few buttons open at the neck. His unruly black hair fell against his forehead and gave him a rakish look. As her gaze traveled further south, her eyes widened at the sight of the large bulge at his groin before they quickly moved back to his face.
Dante’s eyes were black with a mixture of anger and arousal, but she felt brave being with him while he was letting her caress him with her eyes. Her eyes dipped lower again and she searched out his package from between the folds of his clothes…and some package it was.
It twitched and grew before her eyes, so much so that Dante groaned and finally covered himself with his hand. As Emelia licked her lips, she wished that it were her own hand that covered him.
She was a twenty-seven year old virgin because that night they sealed their first kiss, she’d given herself to him. She would save herself…even if they could never be together. The reasons that kept them apart were huge, but they’d never stopped her from looking, and look she did.
Just once, she’d like to know what it was like to be touched as a woman, and to touch the naked man, himself. She knew what to do thanks to the videos she’d found online, but she had no idea how it would feel with a real flesh and blood man. With Dante.
Both stayed silent as the car weaved in and out of traffic in downtown Lexington. Emelia’s heart pounded in her chest as her arousal grew the more she looked at him. He looked half asleep but his body was certainly awake. His arousal throbbed behind his zipper, just like Emelia’s arousal throbbed between her legs.
Butterflies fluttered around in her belly while she pointedly stared at his groin. She wondered what he’d look like. Whether or not he was shaved. Would he weep on the crown of his penis with arousal? She had no idea because she’d never seen one up close and personal. She didn’t have to wonder about his girth or length, though, because she’d seen that for herself before he covered himself with his hand.
“Emelia,” he groaned, roughly, “please stop staring.” He closed his eyes and looked like he slept.
She didn’t really think he was asleep, and that was proven when the car came to a stop and her door was opened. Dante’s eyes snapped open as he shook his head, probably trying to shake off his intoxication. He’d suffer tomorrow.
The doorman’s interruption brought Emelia’s gaze up to his, and she quickly took the man’s offered hand to help her out of the car. Dante wasn’t as lucky and more or less crawled out before the doorman realized what was wrong and took his arm to get Dante on his feet.
“Um, perhaps I should get someone to help you upstairs.”
“No, I’m fine...I think,” Dante mumbled, before he stumbled in to her.
; Emelia slipped her arm around his waist, and tried not to notice how he felt against her. Dante’s arm went around her shoulders before they moved to the elevators. Once inside, she kept hold of him, but let him lean against one of the walls to take some of the strain off her.
All too soon, they reached their floor when Emelia asked him, “Where’s your room card?”
“Pocket,” Dante mumbled.
Luckily, she knew his room number and shoved him against the door while she hesitated to search his pockets. She met his gaze and was thrown by the heated look in his eyes.
Just get him into his room and leave.
No matter how many times she told herself that, she knew that she’d have to putter around to make sure he had water and painkillers in arm’s reach of the bed before she left. She had to leave.
Inhaling, she told herself to stop being stupid and to hurry before he passed out on her. “Behave,” she warned, and started searching through his pockets.
“A little bit to the right,” Dante moaned, and panted with his eyes closed.
She quickly looked at his face before her eyes dropped to his groin and realized if she went a bit to the right that she’d be touching his rigid flesh.
The room card in hand, she quickly withdrew, thrust the card, with shaky hands, into the slot and maneuvered them into the room.
With a bit of pushing and shoving she had him ready to fall backward onto his bed. “Let’s take your jacket off first.” Her voice was overly bright as she slowly slipped his jacket off.
Dante tried to get his belt buckle undone before he started on the buttons of his shirt. Emelia rolled her eyes at his lack of coordination. “I’ll do it.” She knocked his hands away and felt the heat reach her neck before it crawled up into her face with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment.
Pulling the shirt off him, Emelia couldn’t help the kiss that she placed on the center of his spine, and she delighted in his response, which was somewhere between a growl and a groan. She wasn’t sure how she’d manage his pants, but depositing the shirt on the chair, she moved back in front of him and slowly, with nervous fingers, made quick work of his belt.
As the blood pounded in her veins she had his pants undone, and heard Dante hiss when her fingers trailed over the thickness covered by his briefs. She gulped a few times and let the pants fall to his ankles. “I need to go,” she whispered.
She stared at him and shook her head. What was she supposed to be doing? Everything had left her head with nothing but the handsome man in front of her.
“No, this can’t happen,” she whispered, and shoved him down to the bed, so he was sitting.
She knelt and removed his shoes, socks and pants, and then she couldn’t move when he spread his thighs. She found herself eye level with his groin, and the hard pulsing erection that he couldn’t hide.