When I open them, his expression has shifted to pure desire. Lust dances in his blue eyes.
I slowly unwrap the scarf from my neck, carefully tugging it free before I let it fall to my lap.
His eyes drop to the skin of my chest and the v that dives between my breasts.
I inch forward, slip my hand down the smooth skin of my neck, and then lower until it’s resting between my breasts. I slide it under the left side of my sweater and pull the material back just a touch.
I look down at the faintest hint of pink lace.
“There’s something we need to discuss, Olivia.” His voice is low, thick and filled with the same need I feel within me.
“We will soon,” I say as I drop my hand. “Soon, Alexander.”
Sliding back on his chair, his jaw tenses. “It can’t be soon enough.”
***
“Do your panties match your bra?” he asks as we stand on the sidewalk outside my building. We walked the three blocks from the tea shop. He insisted. I didn’t argue.
I shake my head as I wrap the scarf tighter around my neck. “I’m not showing you my panties.”
“Yet, Alexander,” he finishes the sentence. “Yet.”
“I wasn’t going to say that,” I point out with a finger push to the center of his chest.
In one swift movement, my hand is in his, resting against his chest. “You are thinking it.”
I am. I think about it more and more.
I thought about it while we had our tea and he talked about an upcoming performance of the symphony. I listened to every word he spoke with rapt attention.
His voice is mesmerizing. As he was explaining about the cadence of the music and the intensity of the string section, I drifted into thoughts of what he must sound like during sex.
The deep, ragged breaths he would take, the grunts, the growl that might escape when he comes. I focused on all of that while he smiled through a one-sided discussion about classical music.
“I’m thinking about the fact that I need to be in my office bright and early tomorrow so I should get to bed.”
“I can take you,” he offers with a lift of one brow.
A grin spreads over my lips. “That’s not up for discussion tonight.”
He steps closer to me. His hands leap to my scarf, untying it slowly until it’s hanging loosely around my neck.
“Is a kiss?” His voice is a deep rasp.
My tongue darts out to slick my bottom lip in anticipation. “A kiss?”
“Let me show you,” he whispers.
I close my eyes when I feel his lips crash into mine. His hand moves to the back of my neck, the other drops to my hip. He pulls me into him as he kisses me deeply, tenderly and in a way I’ve never been kissed before.
Chapter 25
Alexander
She lets me between her lips without any reservation. I take full advantage, gliding my tongue along hers, gently biting her lower lip.
She moans into our kiss, and I deepen it more. My hand slides down to her ass. I grab it, squeeze it and pull her closer so she can feel what she’s doing to me.