Dancer in Lingerie (Lingerie 13)

She didn’t seem surprised.

I looked out the window into the darkness, but I was actually looking at her reflection in the glass. A few strands of hair framed her face, and she was exceptionally beautiful. With those beautiful cheeks, full lips, and those bright green eyes, she was one hell of a fantasy. That dark hair contrasted against her slightly olive skin. She was almost a foot shorter than me, but with long legs like that, she seemed much taller. She had the hourglass figure of a model, perfect waistline, perfect ass, and perfect tits.

I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

I’d been thinking about it since the first time I’d kissed her.

The thought consumed me constantly. She was the one woman I couldn’t have, the one woman who didn’t give a damn about me. The only way I could convince her to sleep with me was if I proved to her how detached it could be.

She made it clear she didn’t want me for any other reason.

Not once did she ask how I made my money. Not once did she ask how many people I’d killed. Not once did she ask me something even remotely personal.

Because she didn’t give a damn.

She was a smart woman who didn’t want to waste her time on a man who would never be good enough for her.

I respected that—immensely.

All the women in my life seemed to want more. One night was never enough. And when there were multiple nights, they only got more attached. But those were the kind of women that were impressed by my ironclad authority. They wanted to be my queen, stand by my side as I ruled this city.

Carmen didn’t give a damn.

The driver stopped in front of her apartment, and we made our way up to the third floor and into the thousand-square-foot apartment where she lived alone. It was decorated in the same style as her flower shop, with pink couches and a blue coffee table. It was a design that could be ripped out of home decorating catalog. She flicked on the lights then let her heavy coat fall down her arms before she hung it up on the coatrack.

Her black dress was backless, showing the small muscles that flanked her spine. The steep curve in her back was prominent, so sexy I accidentally bit the inside of my cheek as I stared at it. I unbuttoned the jacket of my suit as I came up behind her, my mouth hungry for that beautiful skin.

I gripped both of her arms as my lips moved to the back of her neck. The second my mouth was on her body, I was lost. My hands squeezed her limbs, and I kissed her hard, devouring her in the entryway. I pulled her against my chest as my kisses migrated more toward her face. I tugged her against me and forced her head back, exposing more of her neck to my reach. My warm breaths fell on her skin as I kissed her, letting my cock grind against her ass through my slacks. I’d been hard on and off all night, and now my dick was about to rip through my pants.

She panted right away, arching her back and pushing into me as she let me have her. She wanted me to take her, practically begged me to. In just that short amount of time, I could tell she was an experienced woman, the kind that wasn’t afraid to tell a man exactly how she liked to be pleased.

I kissed the shell of her ear before I whispered against it, “Fucking beautiful.” I yanked on her arm and turned her around, my hand sliding into her hair as my other arm hooked around her waist. I pulled her against my chest then kissed her hard on the mouth.

She kissed me even harder.

I guided her backward down the hall toward the bedroom, my hands feeling this woman more intimately than I had before. Now that I knew how this would end, I gripped her a little tighter, kissed her a little harder. Every embrace was pleasurable, erotic foreplay that would lead to the kind of sex we would never forget. I backed her up farther until we entered her bedroom.

She cupped my face and kissed me the way she did in the alleyway, her lips giving me purposeful kisses that blew my mind. Never sloppy and never slow, she had perfect timing. Her soft lips were so full, perfect to suck into my mouth and wrap around my cock. She pushed my jacket off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor before she yanked on my tie. Like she’d done this many times, she had no problem getting my tie off. In fact, she removed it quicker than I could.

Her fingers went to my shirt next, quickly unfastening each button while our kisses never slowed. She pushed the shirt over my shoulders next and let it hit the floor at the foot of her bed. Her mouth was suddenly yanked from mine, and she looked down at my chest.