He was still a guy. Rich as well. From the clothes he wore and the watch, all of it screamed money.
At first, he’d made her nervous because she knew he was capable of taking care of himself. A fighter. He could clearly hurt her, probably kill her and dispose of her body, but with the way he looked at her, it was like she was the only person in the world, and there was no denying how much she liked that.
“Good,” he said.
Macie gasped seconds before he slammed his lips down on hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hard, possessive, demanding, and she submitted to him, feeling her body blossom beneath him.
Arousal awakened within her, and she couldn’t resist wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him close, not wanting to let him go.
All too soon, the kiss was over, and Wilson had the car door open.
Macie didn’t hesitate climbing inside, loving the warmth that enveloped her. He climbed into the driver’s seat, and they were suddenly on the road, heading away. She didn’t know where, and she kept stealing glances at him.
He reached over and put his hand on her thigh. Her skin was so cold with the small skirt of her uniform, but she felt the warmth of his touch.
Teeth sinking into her lip, she tried to contain her moan, but it had already released.
Wilson chuckled. He was so much older than her. Macie had no doubt she was out of her depth, but that didn’t seem to stop her.
The snow fell thick and fast, the ground slowly disappearing. She started to feel a little afraid until he turned toward an underground parking facility. He pressed a button, and his window slowly came down. She watched him wave a keycard in front of a machine, the gates opened, and they were safely protected in the parking lot.
There was no escape, not that she wanted one.
Chapter Two
Wilson closed the door to his penthouse suite and turned his full attention on Macie. She rubbed her hands together due to the cold. He already set the heating before he left to go and see her at the diner. His apartment would warm her in no time.
“Let me take your jacket.”
“Oh.”
He noticed her hands shook as she began to grab the fastening of her coat. Stepping forward, he touched her hands, pushing them out of the way. “I’ll do it.”
Slowly, he opened the buttons that hid the zip and then began to peel it down until he got to the bottom. He removed her coat from her, and he heard her slight gasp as the tips of his fingers brushed across her body.
He hung up the jacket and then turned toward her.
“Your place is great,” she said.
A chuckle escaped him. “Come. I will show you a lot more.”
She’d only seen his front hallway. With his hand at her back, he led her through his suite, stopping at the sitting room first before taking her through to his kitchen, dining room, followed by his small library that was also his office.
“The only other place to go is the bedroom,” he said.
“Your view is incredible,” she said, pointing at the windows.
“Have a look.”
He watched her as she stepped toward the view he got from his office. For as long as he could remember, he had always loved heights. There was just something about being up high, staring down at the city, that he loved.
“Wow,” Macie said as she took a step back. “That’s really high.”
“Not a woman who likes heights?”
“No, I don’t think I do.” She chuckled and turned toward him.
He noticed the way her gaze perused down his body, holding at his dick, but then suddenly sliding up to meet his gaze.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said.
“Done what?”
“This, with any guy.”
Wilson took a step toward her, then another, quickly closing the distance. Macie stood in one spot, not moving, as though she didn’t know if this was a good thing of her, or plain old stupid.
He gripped the back of her head, tilting it back so he could look her in the eyes. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin?” he asked.
Just thinking the words were enough to make his dick ache. A virgin. A sweet, tasty, untouched virgin.
He’d never been with a virgin, and if he was honest with himself, an innocent didn’t appeal, but Macie was so much more than a pussy.
“Yes,” she said.
“Fuck.”
He slammed his lips down on hers, tasting her, sliding his tongue across her mouth, and she opened up to him. So naïve. He wasn’t the kind of man a woman should lose her first time to, but after one taste, there was no way he’d be able to let her go. Not ever.
Plundering her mouth with his tongue, he heard her delicious whimper. He pushed her up against the wall, grabbing her hands, pressing them to either side of her head, and locking her in place, not wanting to let her go.