My heart pounds with my approval and I feel the first crack of my walls. Once so sturdy, they now feel so vulnerable with the raise of his brow. “Where do your lips want to be?”
He steps forward, resting his hand on my hip. “All over your body.”
“But you’ll only be able to last a second or two.” I laugh, bringing back his earlier words about not being able to last.
“I can go all night. And another thing I can do,” I blink at him, “I can get you to come all night from the use of my tongue.” His cocky grin turns me on, but he has my heart pounding inside my chest.
The elevator pings, and we rush to the room. “Impossible. I’ve never had more than one orgasm during sex.”
He steps closer, draining all the air from the hotel room. “Want me to prove it?”
My body is intrigued and I stare into his deep, dark eyes wondering what it would be like to have multiple orgasms with him. Wondering if my body would like it as much as I think it would.
He waits for my answer, his breathing heavy and I can’t stop staring at the curve of his lips. The way he possesses me even now.
When we were on the dance floor earlier, his hands holding me close, there was nothing more that I wanted than his lips on me.
I decide to call his bluff, lowering my zipper of my dress as he licks his lips. “I only have one rule.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t hurt me.”
“Never.” He steps closer. “I have one rule, too.”
“Oh yeah.” I lift an eyebrow as I let the dress slip to the floor. His eyes widen in appreciation and he fists his hands at his sides.
“You’ll do as I say tonight.”
My heart stops, and I stare at him. “What do you mean?”
He steps closer, his eyes roaming freely over my body, like he’s never seen a half-naked woman before. “You’ll do exactly what I say.”
I feel so exposed right now, standing here in my black lace bra and panty set. And then I do something I’ll probably regret, I say, “Ok.”
His grin is slow as it spreads across his face. “Your body is a work of art.” He cups one full breast in his hand and gives it a little squeeze, like he’s testing to see if I smack him. Or worse yet, put a full stop to this little arrangement.
But I stand my ground, and let him get his fill. He moves over to the other one and brings his mouth down, over my bra, and sinks his teeth into me. And in a quick second he’s unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor on top of my dress.
He admires my breasts, staring a beat too long at them before he repeats his actions. Cupping one, and then the other, and then bringing his mouth down over each nipple one at a time. Like he’s never in his life seen a pair. But his touch is definitely experienced.
He runs his hands along my side, and ah it’s too slow. My blood boils as he sets fire to my skin with each touch.
“Take your panties off and lie on the bed.”
Normally I’d have some smart comeback like ‘why don’t you do it for me’ but his eyes tell me this wasn’t a request but an order.
And in this moment I do as he says, wondering if I should leave this room altogether, but my curiosity wins out, and I climb onto the bed, removing my panties along the way.
His eyes watch me with such need, such hunger. I don’t think any man has ever devoured me with their eyes before. Not like he is. It prickles my skin and my heart beat amps up.
“Spread your legs for me.” He removes his shirt and I stare at the muscles stacked on top of muscles. He unzips his jeans, lowering them. “Do it,” he reminds me.
I have to say I’m nervous, my body tingles in anticipation of what’s to come. I’ve always had sex with the lights off, under covers, with no man seeing me. No man looking directly at me.
No man has ever studied me the way Danger studies me now. It’s a little too much to handle, but I do as he says, slowly, unsure of myself.
He strains his neck to the side, letting it crack as his eyes widen at the sight of me. “I knew you’d be perfect.” His voice is different, lower, breathier. It turns me on even more, and he smiles when he sees the evidence.
I want to press my thighs together, alleviate the throbbing ache between my legs, but I keep my eyes trained on him as he licks his lips.
His earlier words he’d said to me repeating over and over in my mind, ‘You can’t handle me.’ Words I once thought were nothing more than arrogance, I now realize hold a measure of truth. I don’t think I will be able to handle him.