Darkly (Follow Me 4)

“Does he know?” Tessa asks.

“He will.” I turn to Skye. “Ready?”

“Yeah, sure. See you, Tess.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Tessa says.

Within a few minutes, we’re sitting in the back of my car again with Christopher at the wheel. I inhale and get a whiff of everything Skye. Her raspberry-scented hair, her soft floral cologne, a hint of bourbon, and…her sweet musk.

Skye leans into me and yawns.

“Tired?” I ask.

“No, I’m okay.”

“Good. You need to be awake for what I have in mind tonight.”

She quivers. Just a touch, but I can’t help but notice. I’m always tuned in to my women, but with Skye? I’m on a whole different level. I feel everything with her.

And I’m disturbed at how much I like it, how much I’m beginning to crave it.

Christopher stops the car in front of my building, and we stay quiet as we walk through the lobby toward my private elevator.

We stay quiet as I slide my card.

We stay quiet as we step into the elevator and it zips up to my penthouse.

We stay quiet, and with every passing microsecond, my need for Skye grows ad infinitum.

The elevator halts, and the doors slide open, revealing my foyer and living area.

We’re hardly through the door when—

“Fuck,” I growl and pin her against the wall beside the entryway, the door still hanging open. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night. That sexy mouth of yours…and this dress. I ought to rip it off you so no other man can see you in it.”

She trembles. “It’s Tessa’s.”

“Don’t care. I’ll buy her a new one.”

“But I like—”

“Still don’t care.” I crush my mouth to hers, grab one of the straps of her dress, and pull sharply as I thrust my tongue between her lips.

The low screech of the ripping fabric turns me on almost as much as this kiss. It means the dress’s days are numbered. Soon I’ll have a naked Skye in my arms…

She melts into the kiss as I deepen it.

This is a kiss of determination—a kiss of my will over hers—and I groan when I feel her surrender. Surrender to my lips, teeth, and tongue as our mouths slide together. Her heart beats rapidly, so strong that I feel it as we’re mashed together, her body still pinned against the wall.

Th-thump. Th-thump. Th-thump.

Her heart’s cadence matches my own.

I’m rough and merciless as I devour her. I rip the other strap of her dress and push it over her shoulder and then downward, until it’s banded around her waist. I slide my hands up her sides and cup her breasts, and then I pull back, our mouths parting with a pop.

God, a black strapless bra that barely contains her ample tits. Her cheeks and chin pink from the roughness of my stubble against her soft skin. And her lips…

I gaze at her, focusing on those full lips. “I wish you could see your mouth right now, Skye. Your lipstick is smeared, and your lips are swollen and glistening and parted in that slight way that’s all you.” I drop my gaze. “And these tits. Spectacular.”