The Affair (The Evolution of Sin 1)

On slightly wobbly legs, I slowly walked back to him, only stopping when my high heels brushed his toes. I had to crane my neck to look up into his expressionless eyes.

“Have you eaten?”

He frowned, and I was thrilled that he was thrown off by my question. Jerkily, he nodded.

I bit my lip in genuine nervousness and noted the way his eyes lingered over the motion. “Do you have room for dessert?”

Slowly, both to heighten the anticipation and to calm my jittery heart, I slid the flimsy straps of my white sundress off my shoulders. No one was in the hall, it was too late for returning diners and anyone out clubbing wouldn’t return home for hours yet but still the vulnerability of my almost nakedness as my dress slipped easily off my shoulders to pool at my feet was intense. I kept my eyes on his the entire time, watching as first shock and then excitement flared in those azure depths. I tried not to fidget as he took in my bare breasts, heaving slightly under my anxious breath, and the white cotton underwear blocking me from total nudity.

A thin hiss streamed through his clenched teeth and he shifted uncomfortably on his feet but his eyes left blazing trails across my skin. “Jesus Christ.”

I raised an eyebrow and shakily joked, “I’m not sure he would approve.”

A startled smirk twitched his lips but he shook his head. “Elle, I shouldn’t do this.”

I watched the Adam’s apple bob convulsively in his brown throat and it distracted me from the itchy scratch of guilt that prickled up my spine. “You promised me seven days.” I cleared my throat but my voice remained husky with nerves and desire. “You don’t seem like a man to go back on your word.”

“I made a promise to the woman waiting for me back home,” he countered but his voice was quiet as if even he didn’t want to hear the truth of his statement.

I nodded slowly and opened my palms, aware of every ripple of air across my bare flesh. “I know and I respect that.”

It seemed so surreal to be having this conversation in the open, wearing nothing but my modest panties.

His gaze flashed across my exposed skin once more before settling on my eyes. He stared at me for a long moment, his expression hardened with uncertainty. I kept my features open and honest, radiating the simple desire I had for him and allowing some of the other feelings – the ones I was too scared to analyze – to slip in around the edges. Finally, he seemed to find something in my face that he had been desperately searching for and he let out a ragged sigh.

Feeling brave, I placed my hand against his slightly stubbled cheek. “I want you.”

His groan reverberated throughout the still night air and before I could move, his lips were on mine, his tongue swiping across the closed seam of my lips persuasively until I opened for him. He bent and grasped the backs of my thighs so that I was hoisted into his arms. My frantic hands dove into his thick, chin length hair and tugged, pulling him even closer to me while the hands that cupped my bottom squeezed deliciously. Vaguely, I was aware that we were in his room now, the door kicked shut behind us and that he was moving us quickly towards the bed. When he softly deposited me on the mattress, I mumbled a protest against his lips as he moved away.

I stared up at him with frankly pleading eyes, my body physically shaking with desire for him. His eyes burned as he looked down on me and I was pleased to see the swell of desire tightening the groin of his slacks.

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He licked his bottom lip unconsciously, making me gasp. “You are glorious.”

His words infused me with sensual confidence and with my heart beating erratically, I allowed my closed knees to flop open, revealing my underwear-covered center. His breath hitched but he gently pushed my hands away when I reached for him. I watched with questioning eyes as he sank to his knees on the plush carpet and ran his hands up the outsides of my legs to my bottom so that he could tug me closer to the edge of the bed. I leaned up on my elbows to watch him as his fingers ran up one of my legs, lifting it into the air.

Maybe it was the fact that my seduction had worked or that I had never seen such carnality in a man’s gaze before, but I felt more confident and infinitely sexier than I ever had before.

I sighed as he kissed the arch of my foot.

“I think we’ll keep these on,” he husked as he ran his tongue lightly over the seam between my exposed foot and the outrageously tall high heels.

His eyes caught on mine and I sucked in a deep breath at the wicked intent there. Moving up my legs, his gaze locked on mine and he sunk his teeth lightly into the soft skin of my inner thigh. My head collapsed back on my shoulders as I shuddered out a groan.

I squeezed my eyes closed as he lifted my rump to pull off my underwear and splay my legs further apart. I may have exposed myself to him at the door but the thought of him staring at the most intimate part of me still made me intensely self-conscious.

A finger dipped through my wet folds and his smoky voice ordered me, “Look at me.”

I did as he asked; my eyes wide with apprehension as they landed on his face just an inch away from my aching core.

He blew cool air onto me and whispered, “You are beautiful.”

My entire being flushed hot and prickly with embarrassment but his strong fingers clenched my thighs until I stopped wriggling. His tongue flicked out over the most sensitive part of me and desire spiked through my system. Wanting to touch him, I whimpered and grasped at his strong shoulders to pull him towards me but he resisted and the gentle scrape of his teeth against my drenched flesh was a warning to let him continue. But the memory of him against my tongue, the unique taste of him and the wonderful power I felt taking him inside my mouth spurred me on.

“I want to taste you.”

He froze at my words and then groaned against me. I squealed as he lifted me into his arms and flipped around to lie down on his back on the bed. He lifted me over him easily and spun me around so that I was perched over his face. Panic seized me and I started to mumble my reluctance but his firm hands yanked my hips lower until I could feel his tongue swirl over my clit. I trembled and braced my hands on his lower stomach.