If she wanted him to fuck her, she’d have to wait until tomorrow.
She’d have to agree to stay.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue finding hers. A soft moan escaped her, and he silenced it with his mouth, his hands exploring every inch of her body. The softness of her waist, the hard lines of her ribs, the seductive swell of her breasts… Never had he been so turned on by a woman during a simple kiss. He inched closer to her breast, only cupping her fully when she pressed against him, breathing raggedly. He closed his palm over her, letting her fill his hand as he scraped his nail over her nipple, dragging it slowly.
A gasp escaped her, and she arched against him eagerly. That small sound, that desire in her movements, hardened his already engorged cock, demanding he press against her and relieve the pressure. Breaking the kiss off and gritting his teeth, he kissed a path down her neck, ignoring the demands of his body.
This had to be done right.
No taking. Only giving.
He traced a path down her back, over the curve of her hip, and gripped her ass, groaning at how tight she was. Everything about her was specifically designed to make him lose control—something he never did. Not in life. Not at work.
Not in bed.
Relishing her soft body, he slid a hand between them, pressing his fingers against her—but keeping the protective fabric of the robe between them. She appeared to be naked underneath it, while he had on boxers and a pair of pajama pants.
Moaning, she writhed against him as he bit down on her neck gently. His hand moved in wide circles, teasing her. Even if she walked away after this and he never saw her again, as long as she remembered the way he kissed her and made her come…that was enough for him. His strokes quickened as he gently twisted her nipple, nibbling the sweet skin on her neck.
Those sexy little sounds escaping her hinted that she was close, so he repositioned himself to get her where she needed to go faster. The urge to press against her, to relieve the need building inside him, was overwhelmingly strong…but this wasn’t about him, so instead he slipped his leg between hers, supporting her as her body tensed and lost control, and melded his mouth to hers.
As she came apart in his arms, screaming his name, he silently vowed that whatever she wanted from him, whenever she wanted it, he would find a way to give it to her.
No questions asked.
She collapsed back against the glass, her breath coming fast, and he allowed his lips to linger for a sweet second before ending the kiss, his arms still supporting her and his knee still between her thighs. Pulling back, he took it all in.
Her swollen red lips, her pinked cheeks, her mussed hair. She appeared to have been thoroughly fucked, and he barely had a taste. His grip on her shifted up to her lower rib cage.
He was playing the long game here, and he had to remember that.
Forcing a grin even though his lack of release hurt, he said, “Would you like to spend the night in my bed?”
She blinked at him, mouth parted. “Wh-What?”
“Would you like to sleep here?” he called over his shoulder as he all but ran toward the wet bar. If he stayed too close, too long, he might not be able to behave. “I don’t want this date to end, but I know you don’t believe in second dates, so I figure we should just keep the date going. You should stay here. With me.”
He sensed her approach but didn’t turn around as he poured himself a scotch.
“I took the liberty of ordering you some clothing in a variety of styles and sizes, so you won’t have to go home. When we’re done, and you go home, you can keep it all, if you’d like.”
She stiffened. “Are you trying to…buy me?”
“What? No.” He set his glass down, his heart pounding because, once again, he’d screwed up with her. It was a miracle that she hadn’t run in the opposite direction by now. “I would never. I just wanted to extend our date, and this is the only solution I can see in order to get another day with you by my side.”
All signs of anger fled, replaced with something that could only be called reluctance. “Taylor…”
“I will, of course, sleep in the guest room tonight. You can have my bed all to yourself—it’s more comfortable than the guest bed.”
She rested her hands on the bar. The physica
l barrier between them was very welcome. Anything that helped him keep his hands to himself was a friend of his. “Did I do something wrong?”
Snorting, he faced her, trying to play it off like he wasn’t fucking dying right now. He slid a glass of scotch toward her in case she wanted it and lifted his. “Of course not.”
“Then…?” She hesitated. “Why did you stop?”
He locked gazes with her while drinking his scotch. It burned going down. He welcomed the distracting pain. “I gave you what you asked for.”