His dark blue eyes search my face and I swallow. He’s good at reading people and I’ve always worried he might pick up on the attraction I feel for him. You’d have to be dead not to notice how handsome he is. I tilt my head back and meet his gaze in a challenge.
“Party’s over,” he informs me, and I openly roll my eyes at him.
“It’s just getting started,” I respond sharply.
I wanted to go home, but now that he’s acting like a jerk and punched Bruce, I want to see this through. I’ve never seen them get physical before and I have no idea what sent him over the edge this time.
“Not for you.” He pulls me from the dance floor and his long strides make me have to almost run to keep up with him. He’s lucky I’m good in heels.
“What are you doing?” I sigh as we exit out the front.
Is he going to yell at me? I’ve seen Mr. Cox dish out a lot of ass chewing, but now that I think about it, I don’t recall actually getting one myself. With me he’s cold, stern, bossy, ungrateful, rude, and everything else my mind conjures up. Strong, sexy, dominating. Shit. I stop the train of thought so I can’t come up with more positive traits.
“I’m taking you home. You’ve clearly had too much to drink.” Benny, Cox’s driver, holds open the car door as Cox manhandles me into the back of his limo. I let him so I don’t have to call a car service to come get me and I can quit. Two birds and all that.
Now I can go home for the first time in weeks and slip into my PJs and not leave home for a few days. It will be weird not having Pippa there. Maybe I should get a cat.
“I only saw you take a few sips from your champagne.” Cox breaks me from my thoughts of kittens and I glance over at him. Was he watching me all night? Whenever I glanced his way he looked bored and disinterested in everything around him.
“I’m not drunk.” I scoot over to make room for his giant frame and he grabs me. I let out a gasp as he pulls me back into his side. “What are you doing?” I try and wiggle away from him but he pulls me onto his lap. “Cox!” I squeal.
“Stop wiggling,” he growls at me, and when I do what he says I can feel his rock-hard cock against my ass.
My breathing grows heavy as I press into him and he lets out a loud groan. His sharp tone and demands make my nipples tighten and I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to have that effect on me. Too bad it always does when it comes to him.
“I quit.” I try to shout it, but I’m so turned on it comes out breathy.
“Fucking finally,” he says, catching me off guard as his mouth comes down onto mine.
Finally. Did he just say “finally”?
His tongue parts my lips, demanding entry. My back hits the floor of the limo, and oh my God, we’re kissing. How the hell is this happening? I moan into his mouth as my fingers dig into his short dark hair. I feel his big hand slip up my dress and then he yanks hard and my panties are gone. Oh shit, this is happening.
“I’ll be better next time. I’ve waited too fucking long.” I can’t make out half of what he’s saying because my body is burning with a need so deep I’m not sure it can ever be filled. “Fucking drenched.”
I’d probably blush at his words but the heat from my desire has already warmed my whole body. We shouldn’t be doing this but I don’t care. I’ve thought about this too many times to count. Maybe it could be my parting gift.
Without hesitation he thrusts inside me and I gasp. The pinch of pain is small and over quickly. He stills over me and the feeling of being so full is overwhelming as I clench around him. But my want and desire for this man far outweigh any discomfort I might have felt.
“Myra?” he asks, trying to pull back, but I lift my mouth to his and silence him.
More than anything I don’t want to meet his gaze right now.
“Move,” I say against his mouth, lifting my hips, but I’m pinned below his heavy body.
As always, Cox is in control. I clench around him again at the reminder, and he does as I tell him. He pulls out slowly before he thrusts quickly back inside and I toss my head back and moan. This has been a fantasy that was years in the making and it’s so much better than I ever imagined. It’s filthy and quick and we’re still mostly dressed, but his need is even greater than my own. Without giving my body permission, it opens for him and suddenly my orgasm is bearing down on me fast and hard.